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Speed, pounding hoofbeats

The wind tickling my pale cheeks,

Gallop fast, jump high.





 

The brisk summer breeze skimmed past my ear,




The bitter droplets of frost kissed my cheeks,




The hoof beats pounded beneath me, galloping against the sandy brown footing,

I was in the worst situation you could ever imagine. I looked down from the stone gray window in my room, chills shooting up my spine.