Destination: The Void of Possibilities


A year in the Borderland seeking horse knowledge.
Guided by hoof-struck inspiration,
each mile is a day wrapped in mid-October Myst.

Eleven symbols for ceremony
from a wellspring of blessed water
hidden in early morning Myst.

Each mile is a day finding our way home.

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