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Subject: Tangibility.

Author:
Skylar

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Date Posted: 14:45:37 12/24/02 Tue
In reply to: Skylar 's message, "Tangibility." on 12:08:50 12/24/02 Tue

The dark-eyed mare repressed a derisive snort as she watched his discomfort unfold like the pages of a book. Really, this was too easy to be fun. Skylar liked her social challenges on the impossible side of difficult.

"I'm Skylar," she remarked with a lazy smile, and left it at that. To instigate prolonged conversation was like digging oneself into a hole with particularly slippery sides.

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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 16:45:13 12/24/02 Tue

Frozen Dreams
Being tired of the conversation himself he nods distractedly at her name, and turns his deep lamps on the valley, fixing the terra with a cold stare. bristling with angst he couldn't source. he idly shifted his weight. shutting himself off, walling himself in thought.

f r o z e n | d r e a m s
Dreams never fade, but evolve in the frigidity of solitude