| Subject: *Smooth, wiry, the powerful young steed ripples into the meadow with a fluid ease...* |
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Date Posted: 09:20:21 03/30/01 Fri
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*Face handsome and tender, burly with a hint of kindness, his motion trickles to a halt upon passing the threshhold of the clearing, muscular neck arched with youthful pride. Barely over two years of age, enamored with life, his nostrils blast wide with the sweet scent of almost-spring, the barely created grass raw with tender growth, sun pawing through the grooves of the rolling meadow. A smile dares his face to twist to the sky, ebony coat splashed with golden light, liquid precious metal bathing and heating the peak of each powerful muscle, shadows breathing in each shallow valley. Ears sharply pricked with vivacious interest, iron hooves pressed firmly into the soft carpet of succulent grass, the long strands of his charcoal tail kiss the soft lips of the gentle breeze, flagged and tossed with a carefree heart towards the accepting sky. He did not know unhappiness or lonliness; he had always been surrounded by loving friends, though he was unsure of most of their wherabouts now. His grandfather and grandmother loved each other very much, his father and mother the same, loving each other, his twin and baby sister, him. Hoping to find the same love elsewhere, hoping to share the intense life possessing him with others, he opens his throat with a clear, bursting whinny, the note deep and musucally brilliant, his body no longer skinny and fuzzy, but muscular and sleek, still the impish colt he had always been on the inside - ready for anything, always proud, always smiling.*
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