*The small black mare raises her head from the edge of the meadow. She has been quiet for some time now. Not seen, nor heard from.. but seeing and recognizing the cry of anguish from a good old friend, she raises her head...* (inside) -- The Watering Hole

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Subject: *The small black mare raises her head from the edge of the meadow. She has been quiet for some time now. Not seen, nor heard from.. but seeing and recognizing the cry of anguish from a good old friend, she raises her head...* (inside)

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Date Posted: 14:53:15 03/19/01 Mon
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In reply to: Sal 's message, "*The stallion watches, a sob rising...*" on 16:20:28 03/16/01 Fri

*Lobes tipped forward, delicate hooves beating a steady metronome against the boggy ground, she heads toward Sal, heart beating triple time.. she is unsure of the reason for her nervousness, but it remains still the same. Pulling alongside him, playful amber orbs widen with horror at the sight of the broken body laying at her feet, calming quickley, eyes hardening.. a trace of the being that had once resided there creeping back into them, nearly devoid of emotion once more. That is the way she must be if she is to help...* Tell me what I can do Sal.. and I will.

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He chokes on a sob, coughing...	Sal	12:46:27 03/30/01 Fri