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Date Posted: 09:38:22 03/27/04 Sat
Author: Amador
Subject: Re: >The Way it Should Be<
In reply to: Nikka 's message, ">The Way it Should Be<" on 13:05:54 03/20/04 Sat

Release at last! Free to stretch himself low over the morning-scented earth and run with all the grace and power as only the equine possesses. Throwing himself forward into the loosening rein, the dark colt devoured the distance with magnificent strides, with a liberated fervor, as the midnight tail furled behind him in a dark decree of open war. This was life, this was purpose, the reason his heart hammered on and the smoldering spirit in the eyes of the young Spanish import shrieked silent challenge to the field. One would be king this day! One bearing the title of Amador, lover of the thundering track, the crush of giants in furious competition for the wire, the cry of crowds... Though he heard not the screams of spectators, but a gentle whisper behind him, all the encouragement the bold colt needed in the frenzy of the finish and he gave Nikka his heart, carrying both partners over the quickly disappearing stretch at a joyously hellish pace. He ran for himself, he ran for her, he met the competing colts with hooves carried on the wind and a heart hot with blooded fire. Gaining with every fleet stride, surging shoulder to shoulder with the leaders, the midnight bronze stormed down on the pack, leaping with a savage excitement to meet the final glorious seconds of a worthy race run well by all.

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