When the swimmer on the tiny horse realized the irony of his existence he decided to become a writer.
After experiencing a severe identity crisis the swimmer turned writer, found solace in the company of a soulmate
Being a pair of swimmers wasn’t always easy, let alone being a pair of writers.
The tribulations confused the swimmer, scattering his thoughts like late autumn light on the pond’s frozen surface.
Just as before, he was up in the air. Lost, this time without a tiny horse to hold on to
