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Post by Whispering Wind on Jul 6, 2005 14:00:25 GMT -5
Wandering along the shore came a young mare. Her fur was pure white and the delicious orange and yellow hair stood on end. Ahh...now I long to get back to the inn. Hearing a familiar sound, Citrus glanced to her left. The waves rolled in over the beach, dangerously close to her. Afraid to get water over her hooves, she leaped sideways. "Is this a curse or phobia?" She screamed, angry. Wherever she went, she always had to watch out for the cold liquid; H2O. But she was getting used to it. Looking around in wary, she hoped that nobody had heard her yell. Thoughtfully, she touched her scarf. Then she continued her march.
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