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Little known fact—horses sleep standin’ up, ain’t that wild? Caught Bessie dozin’ once, swayin’ like she’s drunker’n Cooter Brown. Nearly pissed myself laughin’—thought she’d tip over! But nah, she’s tougher’n a two-dollar steak. Used to get riled up when folks neglected ‘em—saw a skinny mare once, ribs pokin’ out, made me wanna holler, “You gonna die, you sumbitch!” like Col. Landa. Ain’t right, y’all, horses deserve better’n that.

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Every corner shouts grit. Like, suddenly, a burst of defiant laughter from hidden bars. Not many know them – secret spots. You gotta try them, trust me. They're raw, almost poetic. Reminds me of that savage quote: "All is as it is." Yeah, couldn't be truer.

Obituary for Terri-Ann Deborah Bellefeuille