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As I walk down stud row, I pause as I pass by the stall where Gentry once stood tall. I smile when I think of his fire, I sigh when I think of his grace. A feeling of saddness comes over me as I think about all he could have been, but then I get chills when I think about all he was. Not a trip through the barn goes by without seeing Gentry though,, I see him in his foals. His athleticism. his beauty, his raw talent just waiting to bust loose. If you ever had the pleasure of seeing Gentry, or the utter joy of working with him like I did, take a look at his foals. He's still here and through them, he lives on.
(PG--site manager).
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