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I fell in love with the song "Wildfire" the first time I heard it played on the radio in 1975. The lyrics, written by Michael Martin Murphey and Larry Cansler, in brief tell a haunting magical story about a woman who passes away during a blizzard while out searching for her lost pony, "Wildfire", who has "busted down his stall". After hearing the song again, an image came to mind of an elderly woman's soul lifting from her body as she peacefully passes away during sleep. Her soul is then seen riding a reddish-brown pony during a blizzard. Why did "Wildfire" all of the sudden bust down his stall during a blizzard? My thought was that the pony sensed the woman's passing and basically "freaked out" until the woman's soul caught up with him. To this day, I still love listening to the beautiful melody and the lyrics as sung by Michael Martin Murphey. ENJOY!
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Once upon a time, there was a young woman taking a leisurely walk with her husband along a peaceful autumn path in the mountains. The couple talked quietly among themselves about the beauty of nature, thanking God for the grace He had bestowed upon them after experiencing a life-and-death situation the previous year. The woman stopped suddenly, her attention drawn to a cardboard box resting by the side of the path ahead. The box appeared to shift ever so slightly, accompanied by a faint sound emanating from within. "What is it?" her husband asked. "I'm not sure, but I think there is something inside that box up ahead," she exclaimed excitedly, pointing toward the direction of the box. Grasping her husband's hand, she quickened her pace, hopeful that whatever was inside hadn't been trapped for too long. She arrived, bent down and quickly opened the box. Inside was a fluffy blue-gray kitten with bright blue eyes, the little kitten looked up at her meowing excitedly. She picked her
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