meh....
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He moved...like a rainstorm. Slow. At. First. But. Slowly. Gaining. Pace from patter. Fast-er and fast-er and Faste-r and faster and faster... fasterandfasterlikerollingthunderinadownpour.
And as quickly as he began to move, he stopped. His head slow l y t u r n i n g. Left-to-right on a swivel, he saw everything.
The feeling of my hooves racing the wind itself is what drives me on. Every jolt of the earth beneath them splaying the two hard nails, it truly invigorates me. It brings me to life, to being. It is what keeps my heart beating steady.
I wish I could never go back.
♥
I enjoyed this.
I don't strive to be the best, but instead I strive to do my best, and always give it my all every time.
-faunet