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Post by spirit on May 2, 2008 3:43:46 GMT -5
The clydesdale mare galloped around tossing her mane and tail as she did, her feathered hooves whisping. She had been going on like this for about an hour, and was tiering down now. A small layer of sweat glistened in the sun until she slowed, out of breath. Her sides were heaving slightly as she walked to the lake , dipping her lips into the lake and taking in the cool fluids to cool herself.
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