| Subject: Long tresses flop, smack and stick to the mare's wet neck as she shakes her mane free of water. |
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Carinosa
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Date Posted: 18:33:42 10/20/02 Sun
Carefully she eyes the land for the dryest, dustiest spot. With an extra spring to her trot, she prances over and promptly rolls. When she gets up, she appears more of a seal brown than a gleaming chestnut. Once again she bounces back over to the water and drenches herself. Emerging perfectly clean, she picks her way over once again and rolls, before trotting back over to the river.
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