Playing her Heartbeatby The Trotting DeadChaptersPrologue: Swimming the ChannelPrologue: Swimming the Channel Rhyme Thyme breathed in the salty aroma of the Channel. He felt his eyes sting everytime he stroked with his hooves, breath after breath his lungs felt on fire. His mind screamed for him to stop, but no land was near.
Prologue: Swimming the Channel Rhyme Thyme breathed in the salty aroma of the Channel. He felt his eyes sting everytime he stroked with his hooves, breath after breath his lungs felt on fire. His mind screamed for him to stop, but no land was near.
