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Subject: +enchanting female enters valley..+ Author: Redwing [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 20:55:52 04/30/01 Mon Author Host/IP: dmv-rac1-44-eas.dmv.com/64.45.132.64 +Blood bay mare stands sillhouetted against the rugged outcrop of the distant snow capped peaks. Snarled ebony locks fall in waves over muscular crest, silken charcoal tassles flick effortlessly over scarlet flank in a waterfall of deep contrast. Fox tipped lobes tilt forward in anticipation, tuned to the endless jabberwocky of twittering jays amongst the conifers. A medley of jubilant notes erupt from ebony encompassed lips as emerald tinged oculars come to rest upon the forms of other beings. Crimson lined nares dihaleted with the simple thrill of living. Her very presence is a potion of sorts. Movement fluid and simple, symettrical in both syncopation and staccato. Voice in possesion of a deep valor, vitality encompassing her every feature. It is not irksome perfection that is so enchanting, but imperfection. The interpretation of a lost art through motion, a quiet abyss found amongst a jargon of disimportance. Motion stilled, intruiging eyes find their way about the meadow once more, lowering of features prelude to actions. Ebon lips brush tantalizing emerald shoots, and again in pure randomness of motion, a pirouette upon raven clothed hocks. A joyous, effortless flee from one stanza to the next. A lyric free of line and structure.. a being all her own.+ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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