Possibly the Epitome of November
Do fairy-tale childhoods ever amount to anything? My story started with: “And they lived happily ever after…” There I am, off into the sunset with a lame horse that’s more like a mule muse. I’m supposed to have direction, focus, and stamina. Instead, I am sweaty and limp and frightened
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