A walk with the salt of the earth.
Morning came again to Sweet Apple Acres, and found Applejack lost in her sorrow.
‘That was a heck of a dream! she said to herself.
Applejack rolled out of bed and stretched. She felt sore all over as if she had run all night. Her legs seemed to burn with every step. It felt like it was not a dream.
She had run all night, at least in her dreams. It was the same as the last couple of nights. They felt like memories and dreams mixed together. She seemed to relive many of the most difficult times in her life. She had relived apple buckin’ time, confronting Discord, competing against Rainbow Dash in the Iron Horse competition and a host of other difficult moments in her life. She had relived the running of the leaves. And strangest of all was the feeling she had looking at her opponent next to her at the start. Not hate…pride? No...It was more primal than that -- almost like the sense one gets before the breaking of a storm when all is