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Syndic
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Date Posted: 14:51:11 01/22/03 Wed
he smiled patiently, as she stumbled through the first few lines, but even the sparse details were of help to him, now the pictures formed in the back of his mind, he offered a few suggestions, his tone mild, light, friendly and eager. after all, she was doing him a favour, no? and he did appreciate it. every day things were more difficult for him than she could possibly imagine. and being able to visualise the beauty of his surroundings was almost completely barred to him; save those pictures his hearing and smell provided him, the presence of life. his imagination took over from there.
how such a small thing could differ him from every other individual stunned him, as a child we learn that common sense should tell us that leaves were green. to him there was no reason the foliage around him shouldn't be bright purple with yellow spots.
well.. what colour are you? the length of your coat, and your mane.. interesting features? your eyes? tell me about your eyes. he stopped himse there. so many questions could be asked, the ones his eyes failed to provide him with answers for, but he considered it rather more intelligent to allow her to keep up with his questioning.
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