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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.
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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
End of a run
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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Oct 4, 2016
Oct 4, 2016 at 10:29 PM UTC
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