{.:Accedocedere Corvus:.} -- [ take a walk on the inverted side

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Subject: {.:Accedocedere Corvus:.}

Author:
Ravenna Duska

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Date Posted: 14:05:57 12/23/02 Mon
In reply to: Ravenna Duska 's message, "{.:Accedocedere Corvus:.}" on 19:35:09 12/22/02 Sun

The mare of blue roan hue shifts her weight slighty, uncomfortably, and then drops her head to graze, unsure of whether she await a response or just to walk away.

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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 14:18:11 12/23/02 Mon

Frozen Dreams
tipping his mug he regards the mare with a slightly raised respect. he was being constantly amazed at different aspects in different horses, and this last one did well to lower the pedestal on which he stood. She respected him, was what her actions dictated. and for that he respected her. there were no words though. so he said nothing, and, commending the good idea he took the time now, also, to drop his crania and have a quick lunch of the sweet valley grass.f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude