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Author: Fire Song
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Date Posted: 17:16:15 02/16/02 Sat

You stand still in a small clearing in the wood, your hair standing on end, a feeling of someone watching washes over you like a wild fire. You prick your ears to listen for anything on the wind. Wind begins to swirl all 'round you, you stand enjoying the freedom of a wild horse. A voice, a song, something is comeing to your ears over the wind. What is is? You listen to the faint hallow voice of a mare, "I, am the wind...I, am the mountains all around you...I am the trees...I am the clearing...I, am Fire Song!" The voice dies away with the wind, and you satnd, unbelieveingly.
You stand still in a small clearing in the wood, your hair standing on end, a feeling of someone watching washes over you like a wild fire. You prick your ears to listen for anything on the wind. Wind begins to swirl all 'round you, you stand enjoying the freedom of a wild horse. A voice, a song, something is comeing to your ears over the wind. What is is? You listen to the faint hallow voice of a mare, "I, am the wind...I, am the mountains all around you...I am the trees...I am the clearing...I, am Fire Song!" The voice dies away with the wind, and you satnd, unbelieveingly.
You stand still in a small clearing in the wood, your hair standing on end, a feeling of someone watching washes over you like a wild fire. You prick your ears to listen for anything on the wind. Wind begins to swirl all 'round you, you stand enjoying the freedom of a wild horse. A voice, a song, something is comeing to your ears over the wind. What is is? You listen to the faint hallow voice of a mare, "I, am the wind...I, am the mountains all around you...I am the trees...I am the clearing...I, am Fire Song!" The voice dies away with the wind, and you satnd, unbelieveingly.
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