They slowly grind to a halt, decaying as their dedication gradually erodes. The sun sets on everything eventually, so to the gears finally cease. In their idol, they gradually begin to rust, to fade, to be swept away with time.

Perhaps it was inevitable after all.

It's both astounding and amazing that I've reached my 3rd anniversary on this site. If you asked me in the summer of 2011, what my interests might involve in the coming years. If you told me one of them would be these pastel colored miniature horses, I would have probably punched you.

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