Carried by the Roar

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Green presses in from every side, and still she rides, hair loose, grip easy on a beast that does not need direction. They are tangled in the same wind, the same hunger, the same f orward lean. She does not steer. She trusts the animal her fear once told her to cage. Own this as the moment you stopped fighting what was already running toward you. Show more