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Date Posted: 17:53:56 09/25/01 Tue
Author: �Solitaire�
Author Host/IP: 64.12.105.171
Subject: �Comtemplation�
In reply to: FOTA 's message, ".:Shakes her head:." on 17:05:44 09/25/01 Tue

�Vixen of tarnished porcelain tint turns, fathomless oculars espy the other masculine..Ah, he who doth carry the brillint emeralds, she had seen him once before..Lithe figure carried nigh, words of greeting are returned..� �Salutations..I do believe we have met? Though properly introduced we were not..As I have heard, you call yourself Emerald Moon? I am Solitaire..Enchanted to meet you..� �Soft soprano voice fades, and attention is turned to she, the one in the shadows..Not having know this fellow mare, greetings are bestowed upon her as well..� �I return your kind gesture, I am Solitaire..Yes, ti's a beautiful night, one among many..Despair and lonliness are an inborn trait of mine..Though Im hoping to change that..And you? Are you sharing my mission as well?Good Luck to you..� �Gaze is shifted to her once more, and vixen watches intently as she christened 'Fire of the Angels' sends her reflection in shards..Cause and effect, play by play..Past, a shadow..A shadow that accompanied for life..Yes, twas true..A forbearing gate, an obstacle..I am of nutral state, held captive by both ends, I reside not in the dark, nor the light..My heart is shadowed..Hidden..Though possibly, revealed it might be..To one..And only one..Slipping out of her own thoughts, valkyrie senses tension..Tension vented heavenward from the other fem..Condolences would be offered, though twas an awkward moment indeed..Though speech was offered..�
�Yes, tis a beautiful night..A beautiful night indeed..�
�Though she spoke not of her birth night..Silence had punctuated her statement..And pensively she slipped away, oculus glazed over by thought..Though there would be conversation soon enough..There always was..�

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