From the writer: {an unedited sneak peek from a poem called Hooves}
My fists are tough like hooves and the earth feels soft under my feet like I could beat it down to dust. I'm eager to run. Eager to find flight in my bones. My body is gold under the rising sun.

#thewildmorning #mywildmorning #morninglight #stablemates
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