Horse Girl Dreams

Kelsey Breseman
4 min readJun 6, 2023

We first see ponies grazing on the cliffs of the Dale Peninsula. There is a white one and a brown one, another white further towards the cliff edge. They see us, with little interest. Their heads rarely rise from the low grass they're nipping.

I don't think they're wild, but they look like they could be. They're short, fur thicker around the ankles, manes and tails blowing in the wind.

Cousins have joined us for the last couple of weeks of walking. Alison and Michelle are a syncopated generation with me and Eileen: Michelle Eileen's niece, making Alison my first cousin…