Gallop

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Running through the pastures
a whirlwind of brown
thundering hooves flying across the grass
leaping over ditches
stopping, snorting, sprinting off again
oops, too slick, sliding on the ground
up again quickly, flying faster than before
oh no, you can't catch me
faster than a shooting star
pure pleasure
exhiliration
a race against no one





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