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Post by Serengeti on Dec 11, 2006 13:28:10 GMT -5
The buckskin mare walked down the path, blind to the beauty on either side of her. Her head bobbeb in rythum with the lapping waters, steps carefully placed and never stumbling. Her gaze was as steady as her pace, always centered on the trail ahead. She came to an easy stop, nott abrupt, but lazy and relaxed. her audits were not forwards nor back, just lazily turned outwards to the sides. She turned her head and gazed over the water, emotionless eyes not seeing anything, but yet seeing everything. She turned on her forhand, now facing out over the water. There was a buzzing in the air, but she merely flicked her audits allternately to rid herself of it as if it were a fly.
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