Poised to Trot

I have power in my hands. It’s palpable. It has texture. Smoothness. It’s electric. It’s a sword that I can yield, and others must let me pass.

It’s a power I can lose. I must hold it close. Securely.

It’s precious.

It feels good.

My passport.

A little discussion.

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