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Subject: someone reply... i is bored! -pleads-
Author: Brooke	[ Next Thread \| Previous Thread \| Next Message \| Previous Message ] Date Posted: 14:13:35 12/26/02 Thu In reply to: .:.g.u.i.l.t.:.t.r.i.p.:. 's message, "' . ' . ' solitude ' . ' . '" on 18:19:47 12/25/02 Wed [ Next Thread \| Previous Thread \| Next Message \| Previous Message ]

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[> Subject: [snow-time greetings]

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Sodality
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Date Posted: 15:16:37 12/26/02 Thu

SodalIty

Her head tipped up toward the stranger. so many new people! it seemed her joining was not one of those once-in-a-while things, not at the present age anyways. she trotted over to the other, ebony lamps reflecting wary discomfort as she inspected the other mare, not rudely, ut still intently, her eyes were partially masked by a rogue forelock, but she hadn't seemed to notice. a step forward and a small bow of greeting marked her presence.

font color=darkred>Hello, I am called Sodality, and you?

the tone was informal and her words were supported by honest curiosity, she seemd to fix on the mare, and her alone s the snow whirled about them and her polished flints found grips among the frosted ground.

a m n I s t I a
the grace of a dove, but the fire of a Gull.