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Subject: )(You call me strong, you call me weak, but still your secrets I will keep.)(

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Death Moon

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Date Posted: 16:45:07 12/10/02 Tue
In reply to: Psyche 's message, "[ I'm too lazy to type out all the HTML for the subject. ]" on 15:36:39 12/10/02 Tue

.You took for granted all the times I never let you down.

.Sanity is the madness preferred by the majority.
]Snowy white bruja stands staring on top of a steep slope, mind deep in thought. Tresses flow rhythmatically with slight breeze. Muscular bod maintains equilibrial stance before pivoting suddenly on fore-pillars, making way slowly t'wards the mare. Dial is dropped momentarily before eyes lock, studying her mind[

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Frozen Dreams
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Date Posted: 16:59:06 12/10/02 Tue

Frozen Dreams
distracted from his reverie by the approach of another, somewhat familiar.. ah yes, he remembered watching this one from the hill-top. his eyes wandered over the stallion warily, feeling again the familiar cold, hate, kill vibe that had haunted most of what he knew to be life. His gaze seemed to go unnoticed, as the other seemed busy within his own thoughts. or someone else's.. he thought to himself, remembering stories he'd heard as a colt. Something within this stallion's mask of fear and vengeance and loathing something bristled deep within the labyrinth of Frozen Dream's thoughts.
f r o z e n d r e a m s
The memories never disappear but evolve in the frigidity of solitude