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The rain is over, and the arrival no longer delayed. The almost pure black wanders in, as though she had all the time in the universe. Her ooids flick around momentarily, to decide the worth of this place. 'Pon finding this relm exceptable she steps forth, allowing herself to be seen by the other horses. | ||
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