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Subject: >>clouds in my coffe

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Cirrus

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Date Posted: 18:22:07 12/08/02 Sun
In reply to: Frozen Dreams 's message, "[Trepidations against Life]" on 18:00:18 12/08/02 Sun

Cirrus, ostensibly possessing the ability to occupy more than one place at a time, approached this newcomer with her trademark crooked smile. "Looking for something?" The facetious glimmer that had settled comfortably in the back of her dark gaze brightened as the words left her tongue. "You're more than welcome here -- make yourself at home."

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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 18:44:46 12/08/02 Sun

Frozen Dreams
"Many thanks for the welcome." The words seem to melt into the wind once spoken, His silky voice like a single thread, so hard to catch. His stance emphasizes his pride and a flick of his mane outlines the cocky attitude that had been lurking in his eyes
F r o z e n D r e a m s
The memories never disappear but evolve in the frigidity of solitude