Consider me... distracted.
There's dirt under my fingernails for the first time in years,
and my boots are at the bottom of the stairs, dusted with mud.
I had to roll up my favorite jeans to keep the hems from dragging in the field.
And I smell, faintly, of horse and saddle oil.
Also, I found a carrot in my pocket earlier.
It was happy to see me.
One of my defining characteristics is adaptability.
Looks like I'm a cowgirl again, at least when
I put on the right costume and take out my dangly earrings.
It feels good, getting a little dirty.
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