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The Rider. Galloping through life’s journey, the rider grips the reins of fate. Hooves pound the earth, kicking up dust and dreams, as the horizon stretches wide with promise. Each stride is a choice—bold, uncertain, free. The saddle creaks under the weight of memories, while the wind whispers secrets of the road ahead. Through valleys of shadow and peaks of light, the rider presses on, a solitary silhouette against the vastness. Horse and soul meld into one, a dance of trust and instinct. Time blurs; the journey is all that matters. No destination binds them, only the rhythm of the ride. Life unfolds like a wild, untamed plain—beautiful, brutal, and alive. The rider knows: to ride is to live, to feel the pulse of existence beneath the thunder of hooves. 0 reply
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