||Never Say Never|| -- Paradise Isle

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Date Posted: 19:34:38 06/14/03 Sat
Author: Nevermore
Subject: ||Never Say Never||
In reply to: Nevermore 's message, "|Never Say Never||" on 21:04:02 06/08/03 Sun

Once jovial eyes darken dramticlly, shielded with what seems to be a bitter mirror of black glass I left for it wasn't seeming that I was welcomed there anymore, perhaps I'm not, a birthplace isn't nesscarily a home in the end, my mother is gone and I heard you were passed. Others seemed rather bothered by my presence, why should I of stayed?
(lol my french only goes so far, I'm only going into second year this fall, I jsut elarned to congegate the verbs & some other lil stuff lol)

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[> Message in a Bottle -- SilverStar, 22:33:40 06/15/03 Sun [1]

At the ivory mare's reproof to the mascu, dark fiery eyes watch them both piercingly, one slender midnight leg pawing idly at the earth, wind caressing silky raven rivers on shining sterling crest so that they fly gently. She tips exquisite tapered head with its thin stripe and smoky teacup muzzle slightly to one side, pondering the mare's rebuke to the stallion. The prodigal son? she muses inwardly. From velvety muzzle comes a whinny, Perhaps you would like to discuss matters alone? She feels it would be good for them to be able to speak freely without her presence.

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