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Eventing....
Speed, pounding hoofbeats
The wind tickling my pale cheeks,
Gallop fast, jump high.
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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, -
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.