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Subject: Golden Arabian filly canters slowly over the rise.


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Beautiful Music
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Date Posted: 18:32:21 03/06/01 Tue

She canters smoothly each stride having a purpose. She has a goal and nothing will keep her from reaching it. Suddenly she stops and stands statue still. Her chisled head trying to catch his scent. Her finely shaped head sits lightly on a lenghthly arched neck, that ties deeply into her well muscled chest, that lead to a nice stait back, supported by long slender, well-toned muscles that are rippeling with antisipation. Her coat is made of the finest gold one has ever seen. The sun reflects off of it like it would off of diamonds. Her long creamy white tail and flowing mane, blow slightly in the wind. Her large liquid brown eyes are ever searching, ever curious. She stands her long forelock blowing gently around her eyes. She is a thing of beauty not known of this world as if sent by heaven. Suddenly she spots him. Standing tall and proud. He is unlike any she has ever seen, surely with him her destiny lies. She lets out a shrill, yet flirty whinny, causing him to turn his head. Then with determination in her eyes and butterflies in her stomache she takes off, at a brisk trot. Her slender legs moving efortlessly in one smooth fluid motion, carring her towards her destiny. Hopeing only hoping that he will except her.

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*eyes her that trots closer*Paint By Numbers15:34:08 03/07/01 Wed


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