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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 13:55:47 12/23/02 Mon
Frozen Dreams
he nods at her words. perhaps trying to seem sympathetic. but, after all he knew nothing of sympathy. or parenthood. so there was very little he could say. however he managed to scrape up something appropriate. finding politeness to be effective in the conversation so far.
font color=silver> That's tru I suppose, I've found myself rather welcomed by even the older horses here, though.
he looked up, black bug turning toward the woods at one end of the valley and running over the length of the terra.
well, if your son isn't here, i'm sure he'll turn up somewhere eventually, children usually do that, don't they?
his own, very brief, childhood left him almost completely ignorant of things a young colt might do. on her last comment he meditated, thinking to himself but not commenting on. his adjustment hadn't been too rough, bt then again he had yet to actually assimilate himself. he'd neglected to conform with the rest of the herd and was, for the most part aloof and with drawn, meeting others with arrogance and disdain.
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Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude
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