The food she found in her small stable every morning.
And the return, every once in an immeasurable ocean of something called time she didn't understand, where she could walk on sand again and feel the sun on her skin. She didn't miss it that much. It was nice, sometimes, to run. But to be unmoored - that was terrifying. Unsafe.
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The food she found in her small stable every morning.
And the return, every once in an immeasurable ocean of something called time she didn't understand, where she could walk on sand again and feel the sun on her skin. She didn't miss it that much. It was nice, sometimes, to run. But to be unmoored - that was terrifying. Unsafe.