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Date Posted:14:30:23 09/25/02 Wed
He lays down on a rock, his green bow near him, he wipes some blue hair out of his face and smiles, closing his eyes, he has a sword under his cloak but seldom uses it. A gentle wind blows his hair and he robe, revealing a black scabbard. He yawns and stretches out on the rock.
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