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Post by euphrosyne on Oct 6, 2009 20:05:41 GMT -5
M y n a m e i s f i r e f e e t . . .
Such fire and energy the wild mustang floated over the grass covered plain, that chisled nose stuck to the air like a bird at flight. Such pride, such power. Try as you might to stop this one. Tail and mane flowed with the wild winds that slipped on past her as she just kept getting faster and faster. Wild birds were resting on the ground looking for what remained of the worm population, soon the aura was no longer at peace. They fled the ground when the estranged red blurr swept through their feeding grounds. Sqwacking in frustration. She simply laughed enjoying her freedom.
. . . a n d t h i s i s m y s t o r y
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