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Date Posted:12:28:25 01/11/02 Fri
The mare wonders aimlessly around, tossing her firey head restlessly. Thinking of the whipering hills. Her stallion who had been so loyal and active for so long had finally left.
She had come here as a young mare three years ago and now stood as a solid handsom chestnut brumby mare in her prime.
She was in foal for the first time to her old stallion, and though she could feel the new life inside her she new it was not time yet and would not be for a while.
On immpulse she throws her head up and gives a lonley call to the wind, but her only answers are echos, that echo hollowly around...