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Oct 2016
Her rhythm broke.

She cantered, missed a breath… and down her carefree castle fell.

No longer held aloft within the wings of her runner’s trance, she despaired of her return to the Realm; to be mired amid its dirt and difficulty once more.
Prose from my third book ~ I rather like it.
Clinton Arneson
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Clinton Arneson  Minnesota
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