I stand on the hill. Looking out over the vast stretch of plains. The grass is a rich golden color. Swaying in the breeze. Pockets of vivid green spot the landscape where trees grow clustered together in the small places where water collects. A stallion stands next to me. Huge, strong, and proud. He turns his head to look at me. Shakes his head as if to say 'lets ride.' I swing myself up on his back, his hair coarse against my bare legs. As I settle into place I feel his muscles bunch and we leap down the hill. The wind rushes though my hair as I fall into the smooth rhythm of the gallop. We continue this way for what seems like hours and days. Finally, we reach the top of a large hill. As we come to a stop, the sun starts to just touch the horizon. We stand there watching the Sun sink into another Night. |
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