Freedom is not just the next prison waiting for us. Freedom is freedom. A horse rides wild. Tamed horses’ bones carry stories of their fathers. The old ones, those who galloped in velds. Tame a horse, and it may add to your garment’s elegant touch. Let it free and you’ll glow in grace. Even some boldness may arise from your abdomen, up to your chest. And a neigh informs you, that you are free. Let it be free. Don’t try to catch that, what is the child of limitless changing winds. Carry on, bones. Carry us, towards the fields of mystical reign.
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