After speaking with the young woman, I took a few moments to survey the group huddling behind the tape and to inhale the familiar fragrant aroma of horses, listening to the whooshes of their nostrils, some of them pawing their hard rubber mats at the fronts of stalls wondering what all the commotion was about. Brought back memories of high school summers spent working at the track, of underage drinking and girls who liked taking their clothes off, guys who loved it when they did. Funny how some things never change.
(From WIP Race, Chapter One)
Father, it's impossible to please everyone with my words and stories. My first goal is to please you. Please give me the courage to complete this novel after a long spell of being away from it. Thank you for all you do for me. Apart from you, I can do nothing. In the Name of Jesus, Amen.

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