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Post by wildatheart on Feb 17, 2009 17:30:40 GMT -5
Galloping in the rain lay in the soft, green grass awaiting for her dream stallion to come. It may sound cheesy to wzit for that special someone, but she needed someone. She called out a soft, melody like whinniy, but stayed laying down.
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Post by whisper4wind on Mar 16, 2009 19:40:31 GMT -5
An elegant, muscled bodice floated across the horizon. He raised his crown and let a musical lyric from his lips
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