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Date Posted: 16:13:34 07/14/03 Mon
Author: SilverStar
Subject: Message in a Bottle
In reply to: Ashen Twilight 's message, "...black as night..." on 11:25:58 07/14/03 Mon

Dark pools of liquid fire gaze deeply into the mare�s, seeming to pierce the other�s very soul. Shining sterling hide gleams ever more brightly, the darker dapples seeming to dance like steel raindrops dancing on a lake of quiksilver as sleek muscles ripple underneath the satiny coat. Filly tosses her delicately chiseled, exquisitely formed face, dusky muzzle and thin frothy stripe glowing in the setting of silver, her long silken midnight streams whirling and swirling like a torrent of clear raven waters. She paws at earthy ground with a slender coal-hued leg, her long sooty banner held high in the tailset of an Arab. Her free, wild soul portrays her mustang heritage, and the her hotheaded, spirited nature and beautiful physical prowess are that of an Arabian. She is like a midnight storm, the fiercely wild, flying spirit, the raindrops of her coat, her inner wind and fire that send her streaming mane to swirling, the thunder in her hooves, the lightening stripe on her face. She says in her clear silvery tones that dance singingly up and down the scale, ~Yes. I believe you would be well-suited to this perfect haven. I think we shall be great friends, you and I, you are a kindred spirit. Now come, come with me to the fairyland of Dreamspeaker Falls.~

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