Written for: The Sunday Whirl, Wordle #540 Words: limit, spill, string, heartbeat, finish tick, lacy, gate, fairy, trails, sunset, stone Jockeys pray for their horses to go the limit, not take a spill, aware that nothing is set in stone when it comes to horse racing. Favorites may not be winners. Horses are groomed and cared for as if they had a fairy god-mother laced to their sides on an invisible string. Tic-tock! It's time. Horses are at the gate. They're off! Favorite stays out ahead. A trailing Sunset, Number 7, moves up, auburn coat gleaming. They are neck in neck coming around the stretch. People jump up, screaming for their horse to win. Then, in a heartbeat, the race is finished. https://sundaywhirl.wordpress.com/
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