Speed, pounding hoofbeatsThe wind tickling my pale cheeks,Gallop fast, jump high. m mrs_eventing. CA 16 years old
Poetry By mrs_eventing. GALLOP! 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,
Fiction By mrs_eventing. My Guardian Angel Storm 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.
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