Cowgirl and Adventurer
Journey to The Blazing Sun
The interstellar cowgirl had traveled across the galaxy for what felt like an eternity, but meeting her fellow adventurer had made her heart race like never before. Their time together was brief, but it felt timeless. As their journey neared its end, with a trembling hand, the cowgirl reached out to take the adventurer's hand, and was surprised to feel her grasp it in return. Under the milky way, they made a pact to meet again the following year at the same spot. After parting ways, the cowgirl switched on the song "Texas Sun" and rode towards the blazing sun.
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Arsal Asal
Emerging screenwriter and director, dog lover, immigrant in the US. Loves creative writing, terrified of birds.
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