For Bite Size No. 133 Poetry Contest sponsored by Line Gauthier
I followed the sun to the sea to find an electric horse that had no mind, gliding up and down, and round and round, pulled by a haunted jingly sound. A hollow voice begged me to ride her, from the empty air that stayed inside her.
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