My Diary: A Flying Horse Who Isn’t Pegasus

My only full day on the beach resort orbiting Saturn the entire month.‭ ‬I tried to make the most of my limited time as I yoga wrestled with aerial multi-armed organisms‭ ‬-‭ ‬the hats they were wearing glowing like the aurora borealis.‭ ‬I was then the captain of the sinking ship that slowly disappeared in a sea of spent flower petals and faded magazine adverts.

A Flying Horse Who Isn't Pegasus

A Flying Horse Who Isn’t Pegasus

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