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Post by spirit on May 2, 2008 3:37:36 GMT -5
The stunning stallion pranced into the meadow feeling as if this was his home. He pranced around exploring the meadow for himself, new to these lands, but they seemed so perfect. His instincts were to stay and live, and who was he to disobey. So he stayed. He grazed quietly on the lush grass awaiting amusement or something to keep him interested at least.
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