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Subject: +silence+ Author: +Lightseeker+ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 17:52:21 04/03/03 Thu Author Host/IP: clevwinas01pool0-a19.clevwi.tds.net/66.222.75.20 +war-scarred femmora smiles, misty droplets clouding vision as she witnesses reunion of friends. Even though she no longer had a family to call her own, she knew some of the dramatics in the valley. She missed the filly she once called her daughter, despite the abscence of the link of blood. Driven from her home and seeking a dead twin, she'd settled down, but never truly found love, except when she did, she did so under the pretense of friendship. Sabi had died and the dove had slipped into a downward spiral of denial. Even though Sabi had been the estranged mate of her twin, she loved her dearly. The only true one of her blood were those who lurked in the shadows and sought to inflict pain. It was a shame that she couldn't say anything to them, even though she was tempted more than once to do so. Glorious banner sweeps joyously over pocketed canvas and she forces limbs into motion, the calcified joints not wanting to give way, falling victim to arthritis. Chiseled visage gazes off in distance at far away passes and paperthins inhale oxygen and expel a final cry, even though she knows that she cannot say anything to Creative Spark no longer. Pistons only give way enough that she seek eternal shelter within a covered cove and collasping to the ground, she curls up, a blissful smile resting 'pon mask as she knew that others had found happiness.+ [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date *approach* Soul 18:00:52 04/03/03 Thu *sorrow* -- Soul, 07:45:40 04/04/03 Fri