Lora stood in the field, her horse, Storm, ready beneath her. Carefully, she mounted the saddle, adjusting her posture. Her breathing felt heavy, a mix of excitement and tension.As Storm started running, Lora tried to draw her bow, but her body shook with the horse's movements. "Steady, Storm!" she called out, trying to control the horse. She gently stroked the golden-brown horse's back.When she released her shot, the arrow missed the target by a wide margin. Frustration began to cloud her thoughts. Every time Storm turned or jumped, Lora's balance wavered. She fell to the ground several times, feeling pain in her arms and back with each fall.But she got back up, brushing the dirt off her clothes. "I won't give up." She looked at the still-anxious horse.Lora began to understand the horse's rhythm after falling and getting back up a few times. With renewed determination, she resumed her practice. Though her body was tired and her hands ached, she could feel herself improving. Focus
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