~*Dawn*~ -- Silvery Dew Acres

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Subject: ~*Dawn*~

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Wynter

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Date Posted: 06:12:43 10/22/02 Tue

*Dawn breaks gently over Silvery Dew Acres, revealing the shining dew on every gleaming grass blade. The sky is shell pink at the edges, fading into white and then into periwinkle blue. The yellow-white sun spills silver light over the wooded hills, its gentle beams glittering off the pond, the waterfall, the dew on the grass and the dew clinging to the long, graceful willow tendrils, hanging so low that they touch the ground lightly.*

*Wynter opens his eyes and blinks sleepily, then yawns. Quietly he rises and slips out from between the large, warm bodies of his parents.* Today, *he thinks,* I am six months old! *He shivers slightly at the exciting thought that in six more months he'd be a yearling! He prances lightly into the beautiful morning, the bright, warm sun striking dazzling prisms and rainbows of color from his crystal horn. He tosses his amazingly handsome head and paws the short green grass with a hoof like a prism of light. He shivers his gleaming jet black pelt over his broad, taut muscles and then turns around to get breakfast from his mother's udder.*

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nuzzles Wynter	Epona	17:36:43 10/30/02 Wed
He nods his head thoughtfully and then sticks his head under his dam's flank. -- Wynter, 09:24:37 11/02/02 Sat