Dear Azalea Beauty,
You were a beautiful chesnut thoroughbred mare, born in a field of Azalea blossoms at midnight. Serenity’s Rose, your mother, hasn’t passed as of May 18, 2005, and neither have you. I am watching you play in the feild, in the feild of Azaleas were you were born. You made me realize I didn’t have to have a beautiful horse, it mattered about the heart inside.
Loving You,
| Azalea Beauty |
| Marissa Gate |