I wanted to experience the same journey just for once that my father makes every day in the sky. One morning I would hold the reins and ride on the shiny chariot that is drawn by the beautiful horses. I would rise up in the east and arrive in the west after travelling across the sky all day long. That was my dream. I talked my dad into it, but he never gave in. He kept telling me that I wouldn’t be able to control the fierce horses. I finally managed to convince him with the help of my sisters.
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Is it some kind of fantasy?
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