| Subject: *The silver, delicate frame of a young mare glides quietly into the clearing...* (Winter Snow -->) |
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Date Posted: 13:18:26 04/15/01 Sun
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*The lithe, supple motion of her body pulls her into the meadow with a fluid ease, delicate muscles rolling smooth beneath her silvery coat. Lacy, russet tresses of mane pushes away from her slender neck, dark copper tail flashing red behind her gray framework, she slows, motion trickling to an elegant halt. Knowing her beloved stallion was somewhere close, perhaps even near where she now stands, she smiles gently, reassured wit the thought that he would come to her if he chose. She had not seen him in a long time, but knew there were reasons behind it, and did not mind. Slender neck curving downwards with the grace of a swan, she crops a mouthful of the sweet, deliciously juicy grass below her, cushioning her small, compact hooves with a carpet of bright, succulent green. Dark eyes circling the meadow like birds of prey, she calmly grazes, a tiny hint of a smile tweaking the corners of her mouth skyward.*
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