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Post by ღE/m/i/l/yღ on Dec 13, 2008 18:58:06 GMT -5
Blanc neighed joyously, and he got up immediately and started running again. He passed trees, and rocks, and small streams. He tossed his head happily, trying yet again to pull ahead of her. The wind whipped at his face, the fresh air made him smile. Opening his mouth, he nickered loudly.
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Post by Dyzz-semi-back- on Dec 18, 2008 18:06:36 GMT -5
My Silent Mind
I ran with him, watching him as he tossed his head, and was trying to pull ahead of me. Like he could. I was a talented little femme, and had legs strengthened with running. I pushed myself a little more, keeping ahead just slight. I looked back as he let out a loud nciker, and a slight smiel fell into place. I felt myself drift into a revere as I ran, feeling free and wonderful. Low on muse for her... |
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