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I guess being 'thrown from a horse' is the equivalent of a car accident today.

Participating in Taphophile Tragics hosted by Julie.

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  1. Mmm, it would be just as common I think, depending on the temperament and the intelligence of your horse. Like good and bad drivers, I suppose.

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  2. Not a nice whay to die I suppose. No quick emegergency medical care. Beautiful stone.

    Beneath Thy Feet

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  3. He looks pretty forgotten, though, doesn't he? I like the style of wrough iron 'rope' that once hung around this grave. The grass looks as though it has not seen water for many a long month, although I think this not to be the case. I wonder if this is merely a form of dried off summer growth. I heard there is so much fodder out there that the bushfire threat in the coming season is immense.

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  4. it looks a little sad.... but i like this pic! and always interesting to read the cause of death..

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  5. The iron frame of the grave seems very low! Almost suggests that this grave is not just overgrown but may have subsided over time! At least, it appears that there has been some natural disturbance!

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