My favorite animal galloping through my dreams, soft freedom that nickers and likes apples off my flat palm. My father’s wood shavings as he works long in the night to make me the perfect barn for Christmas.
Leu Yang said, “We can get started once we set up the shaman’s horse in front of the altar.” I flinched. “Do you propose to bring a horse into my apartment.” he laughed and showed me the wooden bench. “The shaman rides this horse to the other world to find the soul of the person who is sick and lost that soul.”
Ornate armor-clad soldiers galloping through open plains of yellow and orange. A winny and a neigh amongst thundering hoof-step.
My favorite animal galloping through my dreams, soft freedom that nickers and likes apples off my flat palm. My father’s wood shavings as he works long in the night to make me the perfect barn for Christmas.
Leu Yang said, “We can get started once we set up the shaman’s horse in front of the altar.” I flinched. “Do you propose to bring a horse into my apartment.” he laughed and showed me the wooden bench. “The shaman rides this horse to the other world to find the soul of the person who is sick and lost that soul.”