<?xml version="1.0" encoding="utf-8" standalone="yes"?><rss version="2.0" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/"><channel><title>?-T on Gromet's Plaza Archive</title><link>/tags/-t/</link><description>Recent content in ?-T on Gromet's Plaza Archive</description><generator>Hugo</generator><language>en-us</language><lastBuildDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="/tags/-t/index.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title>A Day in the Life</title><link>/stories/2024/09/15/a-day-in-the-life/</link><pubDate>Sun, 15 Sep 2024 00:00:00 +0000</pubDate><guid>/stories/2024/09/15/a-day-in-the-life/</guid><description>&lt;p&gt;A Day in the Life&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;After we loaded what would likely be the last cartload for the day, something was off for the team. Generally well matched, Lara struggled, hooves skidding on a stone, as we started up the rise. I snapped the reins firmly and she stopped, hooves skidding in on the path and pulling the cart off to the right. Cara stopped trying to pull and tried to look over at her, but her bridle and martingale did not allow her to turn her head far enough to see around the blinkers. She sighed as Lara launched into a tantrum.&lt;/p&gt;</description></item></channel></rss>