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Santa Fe: A Hostel, A Horse, A Healing

Julia E Hubbel
Sep 3, 2018 · 7 min read

Nobody was up at five. Or at six. Barely, at seven.

I’d been up since four, and had already cleaned my room such as I could without using the vacuum cleaner leaning against the hall wall twelve feet outside my door.

I padded barefoot into the kitchen where a few people were moving around sombambulantly. I grabbed the heavy kitchen trash cans and walked gingerly across the…

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Julia E Hubbel

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Prize-winning author, veteran, adventure traveler, animal masseuse, athlete, international traveler/speaker. Perpetually curious.

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