Un tā, kaut kā, esmu ieslīgusi bezmiegā: vienīgās iespējami vainīgais varētu būt tuvojošais pilnmēness. Tas ir mokoši, jo citādi it kā labi ir.. Nē, satraucas par aizķepušo degunu un lidmašīnu, un dzīvo iečekošanos. Bet tā pa īstam nē.

Paurasāpīte.

The Noble steed: left, fed chilli and hidden in overgrown weeds. The rider was armoured, or so only we can guess, because the lives that used to save him are no longer possessed. The horse is bare chestnut brown, and between his horse-teeth: a smile, or perhaps a frown.
You are responsible now for this animal, because you have found it, and your dreams will not play in anyone else.
Save your steed, save yourself. Watch your master, watch your health.