Early thoughts on Sand Slippers II

White Horse Theory Part II- 1997

And I don’t need your tan horse to save my soul! My weak, little, fainting damsel of a me. And I don’t care what color you are wonder boy. Personally, I like green. I have my own castle of sorts and I was sleeping just fine until I was interrupted. I don’t want your horse, damn it. I’ve got two feet– they work.

And if you are going my way… we could walk together. You could visit, but I don’t need the fancy entourage of princely gifts o’ crap. It’s a lovely day for a walk in the rain. You need nothing but a you to save your soul. I will take care of mine. If you care… I seem to have lost my slipper. So we could go for a walk –barefoot- in the rain.

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