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Post by ::Sam:: on Jan 1, 2008 14:35:10 GMT -5
Her coat is slick with salt water, as she had just returned from the beach. A refreshing swim was just what she needed to clear her senses. The mare had her head in a deep patch of green grass, her eyes closed with bliss. Sure, she had a demonic spirit, but she could still be calm and happy. Just not around anyone, for if anyone knew the real her, thye wouldn't respect her anymore! And that would not fly with her. Thunder may boom, lighting may crash, but Sun can go past them all and gleam the brigthest. Sunshy's knees fold neatly under her as she lowers her body to the sandy grass. She moans in happiness. After rolling around for several seconds, she is up on her feet readying herself for a race. She lifts her head to the heavens and screams out a call of challenge. Bring it, boys.
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