I took out my cell phone to take a picture, but Jack stopped me. “Would you mind,” he asked, “if we didn’t take a picture?” I lowered the phone. “Why not?” He moved his hand slowly on Cygnet’s nose. His voice was serious but sweet. “I don’t want to cheapen the experience,” he said. “Or turn it into a little snapshot. I want to be here with the horses, that’s all. And with you. I hate taking photos of everything. It means what’s going on now is only this thing we perform so we can take pictures and look at them later. Stick them on Facebook. It dilutes whatever we’re doing. That’s kind of what
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