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Post by jovejumper on Dec 13, 2009 11:54:04 GMT -5
Lucky loped through the land. Her black mane and tail flowed through the wind and her dapple grey body shined in the moonlight. She slowed to a walk and her dark brown orbs sparkled from the stars. She hoped to find a nice stallion, but one could never be sure in these lands.
She trotted around and around until she couldn't stand it. Then, she neighed, trying to reach someone, anyone, who would take her in. She wanted a home, she wanted to belong somewhere.
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