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Date Posted: 10:41pm 08/23/03 Sat
Author: Deja Vu
Subject: wheezy.

Her seraphim form glistening in fragments as if lit by an invisible match, she swam through the parting grass like a dolphin through its brackish homelands. Her head was high and arched, though a phlegmatic attitude dripped from her as she hazily made her way through the miasma of cloying vegitation. Her steel coat as slick with persperation, froth causing a brawny scintillation. The usually amiable sky, parted with livid integrity, soaking with relentless drumming on her already damp hide, and sending her fine, scrupulously admired fluff of mane into wetted mats. She thundered against the soaking quagmire relentlesly in search of shade, finally finding recluse beneath a tree. The wheezing then started--her nose was flaring intensely as her voice squeaked and cracked with each breath--she coughed, in a desperate attempt to clear the relentlessly inferior passageway to her movements. Her legs splayed and he inhailed intensely, eyes watering in frustration at a setback in her physical makeup. It had happened on her run to the evils, and again it returned--this relentless feeling of air being sucked away from her quicker than she could pump it in. Standing, dizzy, she leaned against the greyed flesh of the tree, attempting to regain remnants of breath.

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.: you ok? :. -- Light's Final Honor, 11:23pm 08/23/03 Sat