<font color=indianred>(She was singing softly to Destin as she released the braids from his tail and brushed the dust and dirt from his coat until it shone even in the dim barn lighting. She was becoming more and more relaxed by the soothing sounds of the horses sleeping around her. As a child she had always been comforted by the barns and had spent many hours sleeping in her pony's stall when she had been upset about things. By the time he got back she was singing as though no one could hear her and Destin was lightly dozing under her hands as she rubbed her hands over his coat massaging and moving the oils in his skin around. There was nothing like a needy horse to focus her into being herself.)</font> -- RD Future: RDUniversity

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Date Posted: Mon, Dec 12 2005, 11:19pm PST
Author: Brooklyn
Subject: (She was singing softly to Destin as she released the braids from his tail and brushed the dust and dirt from his coat until it shone even in the dim barn lighting. She was becoming more and more relaxed by the soothing sounds of the horses sleeping around her. As a child she had always been comforted by the barns and had spent many hours sleeping in her pony's stall when she had been upset about things. By the time he got back she was singing as though no one could hear her and Destin was lightly dozing under her hands as she rubbed her hands over his coat massaging and moving the oils in his skin around. There was nothing like a needy horse to focus her into being herself.)
In reply to: Josh 's message, " Well, I guess thats just the cowboy in me " on Fri, Dec 09 2005, 11:34pm PST

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He came over, getting everything settled and set up comfortably before he called out to her. "Brooke...come on and lay down darlin', you need to get some rest." He smiled a little, stretching out a blanket on the cot and giving her the pillow. "Come on then, little bit of sleep and everything will be looking better in the morning." He smiled, sitting down in the chair himself and breaking out a bottle of water before thinking twice of it and grabbing a soda - the caffine would keep him awake. (NT) -- Josh, Mon, Dec 12 2005, 11:26pm PST

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