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Subject: [bright copper kettles and warm woollen mittens...]

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Frozen Dreams

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Date Posted: 10:58:47 12/24/02 Tue
In reply to: Self Inflicted Pain 's message, ""Frozen Dreams..."" on 09:45:27 12/23/02 Mon

Frozen Dreams
He notices the smile, but again, can't recognize any thought process it might accompany and so ignores it. don't know don't care. that was his policy.
yawning, the stallion takes his eyes off the trail again, looking toward the tree tops and the drab grey sky beyond, highlighted here and there with a darker rain-laden cloud. attempting to gauge how long before it would rain he forgets his rather unbalanced gait and lists to one side, susequently tripping over a tree root and scraping to a halt before another large oak.
blinking in surprise he backs p a couple steps, orienting himself before dropping his crania to examine his foot, checking that nothing was displaced. irately rubbing the damaged limb against his other foreleg. the bandages were itching. well, that was the pretext in any case, in reality it was to hide the blush that couldn't possibly have been seen through his dusty hide, were it even possible in a horse's anatomy.Klutz. Fool. he chided himself hotly, the arrogance that had slipped away returning full-force with tis latest of mishaps.
f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude

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Author: Self Inflicted Pain [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 11:03:29 12/24/02 Tue The mare ceases, the crunching of dried leaves underneath her flinty hooves. "Are you alright?" Spinning on her heels, she turned to face Frozen Dreams, concerned of his safety, and care of the injury.