

um..a poemWhat a rush To feel the power of his stride beneath me As he flies Taking my breath as he chases the wind Outrunning sense and judgment And leaving all my fears and inhibitions behind The world around us a blur As he runs with spectacular speed And not once do his hooves touch the groundum..a poem
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I seek the fantasy within the reality, and the magical within the mundane.
I was, am, and will forever be The Wind Rider.
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Sharp Animation, Inc. ..... Not your ordinary cartoon...
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I no longer know who I am and I feel like the ghost of a total stranger..
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Art is desperate.
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Art is desperate.
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Art is desperate.
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