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Subject: <<<<~~~~The Merchant, Inside Please~~~~>>>>

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Date Posted: 15:37:14 05/14/01 Mon
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*Femme of darling red is bright upon the rays of sun. Tender beauty swept unto her large expressive eyes. Large nares flare gently, rose petal pink exposed. They scent a familiar steed, and her heart races. Strands of forelock block her view slightly as she looks for the steed, finally spotting him. Strands of liquid red slip upon her hindquarters at a flick, then fall, but the wind grasps the tendrils holding them with uncertainty. Brilliant red coat shimmers. She turns and canters down towards him. The beautiful ocean crashing upon the sand. As her hooves touch the gritty sand, she starts galloping. Long slender legs uncoil and slip forward with grace. Her tail flagged, shaking out unto the wind. The foam washes over her hooves. She flies by the black steed, her speed causing a rush of wind. Though she continues forth, hoping he shall remember...*

^^...Playing With The Wind...^^

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::pauses at the top of a large hill, looking down at the flaming red mare. As she sees him approach, he braces himself, remembering the familiar scent as she approaches. When she rushes by him, he is surprised that she had not stopped at him, and he watches her go, pools of black eyes watching her movements intensly* (NT) TM 15:49:30 05/14/01 Mon

*Her body moves with ease....* -- !~.....~!, 17:27:37 05/14/01 Mon