@brandongu
In the vast plain of existence, the rider mounts his steed at dawn's first light. Hooves thunder across youth's wild meadows, chasing dreams like fleeting shadows. Winds whisper secrets of joy and folly, as rivers of love swell and recede.Midday's sun scorches the saddle; burdens weigh heavy—losses, regrets, the gallop of unyielding time. Yet the horse, faithful and fierce, presses on through storms of doubt, carrying both forward.Twilight descends. The rider, weathered but wise, reins in at journey's edge. The path behind: a tapestry of triumphs and scars. Ahead: eternal horizon. Dismounting, he smiles—life was not the race, but the ride itself.
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