| he instinctively strangles the painful throb of hope that blooms when his hooves hit the solid beach. Another day, another place. He has been so many places in the past couple of years that the control almost comes easily. He slides out of the water and into the cold air and for a second it almost feels like home. The horizon is hazy in the twilight and so for a second he plays along. He lets his dark chocolate eyes see the rugged silhouette of the domovina. The last rays of sunlight show steam curling off his back as he walks aimlessly down the beach. the tendrils of his breath twist up away from his nostrils like smoke. In the old life he would look up and see his bratri, fighting playfully.... his sestra standing proudly watching the tussle, but now he looks up and sees nothing... just the same murky darkness that he welcomes every night. He has let the last bit of light slip away with his daydreams. when he is finally dry and somewhat warm he stops moving. Rest overtakes his body and he becomes a statue, tall and still in the night. He didn’t know what the cold rays of the morning sun would bring but he would face the new day and this new place with the steadfast qualities his rodina had instilled in him so long ago. He did not hope anymore, but he would never forget.
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