+..A pause yet held in motion..+ -- The Watering Hole

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Subject: +..A pause yet held in motion..+

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Redwing

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Date Posted: 10:17:24 05/13/01 Sun
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In reply to: -- 's message, "--" on 17:26:11 05/12/01 Sat

+From behind, the impeding presense of crashing amongst the dark wood, garnet oculars turn to face the oncoming sound of intrusion, studying with inquisitive grace, the massive form of the dark colored rogue. Dial shooting skyward in utmost suprise as his own dark colored orbs follow her fluid movements. A flair of diplomatic pondering graces her animated features. The epitome of question crossing face. In split second decision, a bell like call emitted from velvet clothed lips, the sweet accapella tones reaching the lobes of this enchanting other. Crest arched, taught muscles rippling beneath a coat of deep scarlet. Leaping forward once more, two beat metronome beating as do the white caps against sandy beach shores upon the impeding presence of a squall. Euphoric motion touching each crevice of her figure. Her focus upon a distant land, one of endless beauty and motion, one of which she is a part. A twisted story combined with sugary song that creates a being all her own. One of vast independence and deep mystery, a fairy tale mare whose spirit is untouchable, and whose heart remains untouched by the conquering quest of some stud. Here before her stands another as she is, one who is, perhaps misunderstood, perhaps never struggled to be understood. An intoxicating limerick standing just out of reach. A pause in motion as a network of emotions turn to face the cause of concern once more. Trembling lightly beneath copper touched pelt. Lobes tilted forward in unspoken question. A parody in herself as misfit pieces begin to fall into place.+

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