I have even cried. PRECIOUS.

She surrendered into slumber deep, her wounds transformed into scars. Beneath her lashes, long and dreamlike, as if in a vision, her gaze wandered over the expansive savannah. There, as twilight embraced the land, her herd, her foals, and her own essence began merging with the soft amber of the setting sun.
In the Leopard’s Eye: A Zebra’s Stripes of Defiance.
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Alberto García 🚀🚀🚀
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Feb 5, 2024
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I have even cried. PRECIOUS.
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