It was early March when I found myself on Assateague Island, that wild stretch of sand and salt marsh off the coast of Maryland where the Atlantic wind never stops talking. The summer crowds were months away, the campgrounds were empty, and the only sound was the low rhythm of waves meeting the shore. It was just me… and the ponies. If you’ve never seen them, the wild ponies of Assateague are something out of a dream. Stocky, weather-tough, with windswept manes and deep, know

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