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Deja Vu
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Date Posted: 15:11:01 10/09/02 Wed
In reply to:
Andy
's message, "*smile*" on 15:32:33 10/08/02 Tue
A miniscute form perpetuates itself from the shoots and arbors revealing themselves 'neath a shining blanket, liquid orbs surveying the scenes in a wise manner. Juno....Juni....Juniper...her successor. The thought sprung into a petite mind quickly, without question or ponder.
Some things you just know.
Raising a velvet mug into the crisp atmosphere, paper-thin nostrils quiver in intake of thee new scent. She didnt like this one, not one bit. This is no good, no good. He dare, bring one of such simmilar calling to her counterparts? Not a wise play of the hand, my cheshire friend. Catching the glance of the other, Moonstone, a silver maw parts as the entire body shakes in extended calling, a soprano harpsicord echoing into icing atmosphere. As the tear escapes the doves orb, the olive branch falls, crumpled and lost. Light from light, all is begotten, all is secular.
Oh, Andy. How simply invidious.
Stygian orbs widen in a suspenseful horror. No. This is not good, she couldnt take this. Moving a tentative hoof backforth upon the plantation, the foal stands, ears quirked in readily alert position, pondering the next motion of a wiry frame.
D E J A . V U
.the allegorical.
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