The Echo Chamber III

Another in a continuing series of nonsensical randomness. The “rules” are here.

5848: Stormy waves, a hurricane-spurred stampede of white-maned stallions, plunge endlessly against the crumbling shoreline, almost gaining their freedom.  Almost.  I watch them nervously, unconvinced.  Wow.

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