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Subject: [till the ends of time]

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Frozen Dreams

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Date Posted: 19:52:53 12/24/02 Tue
In reply to: Self Inflicted Pain 's message, ""Frozen Dreams..."" on 09:45:27 12/23/02 Mon

He observed this gruffl, whickering softly in response. Lives often changed. they were malleable. the only thing that halted their change was the people living them. he had alway been a passive observer of life's twisting ways. accepting each new twist, not happily as that would have been out of character, but with grudging geunflection for the essence that let breath in his lungs and blood in his veins.
Spotting another patch of semi-living foliage he paused, thankfully. blood pounding in his broken foreleg as he limped up to the tall tree and snaked his pate toward the patch of green that adorned the barren surface of the slumbering tree.

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Author: Self Inflicted Pain [ Edit \| View ]	Date Posted: 06:54:08 12/25/02 Wed Ivories chewing thoughtfully on a few, dried leaves, she glanced at Frozen Dreams only for a moment, then returned to her casual pace. The wind's chilly fingers run through her mane, as it dances with the wind. A soft, tingling sensation touches her back. Turning her crania, she notices a dusting of snow.