You cannot simply ride a yellow horse; not just because she will bite, and buck, and snarl. It’s because when you see her floating through fields of wild grain, you can’t help but fall to your knees and find worship in her sun-soaked dance. You can’t help but wrap her cloth around your ribs and make a prayer of your gaze.
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