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Post by Flaming wind on Oct 11, 2006 1:32:07 GMT -5
the sound of hooves stomping on the ground. the hevey breathing. wind rushing past. Flamingwind ran, full speed she thundered up the creak, fallowing it as far as it would take her. the mare threw her head up in an aribian fasion, enjoying the wind in her mane.
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