...running through reality like a rocking horse, entering a race already underway; heels kicking, front feet reaching, stamping, never advancing. Working ruts beneath rockers, thoroughly entrenched in the here and now, striving for a destiny defiant of all undetermined inevitably. Digging deeper with every more obstinate roll; fortune not but a faintly fraught notion dancing like dice, unseen but heard, tinkling toward the edge. Imagined? When the dice drop, all bets are off as the game races on...
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