s i e g f r i e d (
armbrustisch) wrote2019-01-10 11:14 am
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there.
In her stables, a hundred horses.
Siegfried only ever rides the white mare, the mare's female, the mare understands.
Her need for freedom is as vast as the plains they travel, expanding into infinity.
At the end, however, always a horizon.
Blocked.
