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11 February 2009 @ 11:44 pm
There are moments when I desperately miss my 'other' life.

I miss stage combat. I miss jousting. I miss the heat, the haze, the rush, the dust, the wonder, the sweat, the ache, the joy. I miss the team. I miss my partners, human and equine.

I hate that I'm a pouty, tatchy creature when I think o'er much on days past.

I feel: melancholymelancholy