I can never say what overcomes my nature or if that drieness of moment to dispair my very nature. But certainty does form within as thought threads into the cracks that trace the ground between the rider and that man that waits.
I can never say what overcomes my nature or if that drieness of moment to dispair my very nature. But certainty does form within as thought threads into the cracks that trace the ground between the rider and that man that waits.
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I can never say what overcomes my nature or if that drieness of moment to dispair my very nature. But certainty does form within as thought threads into the cracks that trace the ground between the rider and that man that waits.
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fire days. I sat, watching, with no foreboding, silent as it struck the earth between us, waving as if greeting a friend lost. Hands of sinew stretched thin towards my seat. And I foolish welcomed them with glee. I can never say what overcomes my nature or if that drieness of moment to dispair is my very nature. But certainty does form within as thought threads itself into the cracks that trace the ground between the rider and that man that waits, and I sometimes recognize as me.