‘The horse named Grace’

Comments to: andybowman839@gmail.com Coffeetimecolumn. com Old and slow-moving, nevertheless, Grace faithfully carried her blind rider on the snow-covered, lonely, and seemingly endless journey. There was no real visibility, due to the heavy clouds that hid the moon and stars. But even if the moon had been as bright as the sun during that long night, the old man with his sightless eyes still wo...