Riding horses in the ocean on the hot island as soon as they enter the cool water they groan heavily alarmingly yearning to be seahorses perhaps and weightless in the delicious shivering cold bellowing their need the sounds torn from their deepest land-locked souls. They made their way deeper hoping we will float away, no doubt, shedding riders as I wish I could shed my winter self and begin again, lightened. … [Read more...]
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