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For once, I had an hour to myself and so I picked up one of my favorite books from my teenage years. Dragonsong by Anne McCaffrey. I used to love that series (until it went all totally sci-fi but that's another topic).

And it kind of struck me just now that dragons just replaced my "horse" phase. It seems like I got too old, or thought I did, for all the Marguerite Henry books and cute, sparkly unicorns and traded them in. Though I guess I kept the fantasy books to myself, even at the time.

Damn, I want a dragon.