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Ein Hufabdruck im nassen Sand als visuelle Brücke zu dem Text über Enttäuschung und Glück auf dem Rücken der Pferde.
[ ja.]

i WAS ELEVEN

WHiTE THE COLOR OF MY BREECHES
i AM SO PROUD MY HEART BEATS LOUD
A WARM-UP RiDE BEFORE WE START
A LEAP — OH HELLO, DEAR MUCKHEAP

i'VE NO LONGER PRiSTiNE BREECHES
A DENTED CROWN AND MUCK — GOOD LUCK
THROUGH SADNESS, TEARS, AND SHAME i RiDE
i WiN! iN HEAVEN ONCE AGAiN!

Epic wins and spectacular flops was the theme for this little piece of written fun.

Serie: [ SEELEN|TEXT.] straight from the heart.
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  1. ben Alexander

    hi, Svenja❣️

    Just wanna let you know that this week’s W3 hosted by our beloved Sally, is now live until Monday (June 29):

    https://skepticskaddish.com/2026/06/24/w3-prompt-217-weave-written-weekly/

    Much love,
    David

    1. [ ja.]

      Great! I’m looking forward to it!

  2. Nancy’s Notes 🖊️♬

    Svenja, this is such a wonderful poem of comparisons! Still, with your muddied breeches, you were able to find happiness!

    1. [ ja.]

      Thank you so much! It was really a unique experience – despite the laughter of my parents.

  3. ben Alexander

    Svenja, I love how the muddy breeches change meaning in the poem. At first they spoil a perfect day, but by the end they show how you kept going through hard feelings and found your way back to joy :-D

    Much love,
    David

    1. [ ja.]

      They sure did! 🏇

      1. ben Alexander

        *hug!*

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