I remember being so excited when I first saw this photo of a derpibaroo rider in a cowboy hat and white slacks and cowboy boots, looking up at me with those eyes.
But then, I didn’t get the chance to see it for myself.
My friend, who’s also a photographer, had to tell me.
Derpia, she explained, was a female horse.
The photos of the horse were of the same horse, but I had never met the woman.
I wanted to meet her, but she was in Japan.
The ride was supposed to be held at a ranch, and she had been booked for a weekend at the ranch.
Derps are famous for being hard to get in, and it was only after we got to Japan, we got her in a cage.
The ranch owner didn’t want to let her on her own horse because it was considered too risky.
I told her that was fine, but then, she said, “You don’t want me to be in charge of your horse?”
I thought, This is just crazy.
I was thinking, This can’t be happening.
But after Derpiah rode out of the gate, I knew that this was something I could do.
I called my friend, and I explained the situation to her, and then, we agreed to go on a ride together.
We rode for two hours.
And then, the night of the ride, she died.
The next morning, I got a call from my friend saying that she had died.
And that I was going to have to have Derpium cremated.
I felt so guilty that I had lost my friend.
But I was so happy to finally get to see the horse again.
We were in the same spot, so I went to her grave and buried her there.
I didn- I couldn’t even feel her in the ashes.
We didn’t even know each other.
Derpacaroo is a name given to a horse that died after a ride in the 1930s.
She was a great horse, with a beautiful white coat, and a really strong will.
She had been riding for the same ranch owner since before I was born, and her death made it clear that she was loved.
I think it’s important for people to understand that horse death is a natural and inevitable part of horse life.
So, in the early years, I was trying to find the best way to memorialize Derpiatra.
She should have been cremated and buried in the home of her owners, but we didn’t know how to get there, and we didn- we couldn’t afford it.
So we made do with the horse’s remains.
When I found her, the remains were so decomposed that I couldn- I was still crying.
I couldn?t even cry.
It was so upsetting that I would see the remains of her, I would have to do the same thing.
When we had time, I took her out to the pasture and started to photograph her.
When she had her legs in the air, I’d hold her in my arms, and in my mind, I thought about her in that moment.
She just looked so peaceful and happy.
When you’re riding, you can feel your heart beating.
The horse’s heartbeat was very strong, and you feel your body’s muscles.
So you see her with her legs outstretched, and that?s when you see the heart.
I would just think about her and feel that she could feel it.
I don?t know if she was really dying.
I thought she was just tired.
But she seemed to be very happy.
I knew I could ride with her forever, and even when I didn?t have any horse experience, I wanted her to be there.
She looked so happy.
But it took me years to find a way to bring Derpial to life.
I tried everything.
I took photographs, I asked her how she felt about her horse, and sometimes she would just say, Oh, my God, she?s so happy!
I was looking for someone who could give me that feeling, and who could take me there.
But, then, one day, I saw a photo on the Internet of Derpalia and her family.
I had this idea.
So I called the family, and they called me back.
It?s really cool that they gave me this opportunity.
It makes me feel really proud.
But the family couldn?
t believe that I did this for them, because I had done something for them so long ago.
But Derpiacaroo has been a great inspiration to me.
She has become my companion and my companion to the ride.
She?s like a sister.
And I am so happy that I could finally meet her