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Welcome to the home of Penwick Eventing and professional rider Chelsea Nix. Fusaichi is officially a Training level horse. We have been busy around here! 16 July, 2014. The day I fell in love. First day home at my farm. With big brother Rocky going to turnout. 2 yo one of our first outings.
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