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Subject: ..The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams..

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|-Rogue-|

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Date Posted: 01:48:22 06/13/02 Thu

Unadulterated, golden blemish embraces, silver twists tinting thin tendrils of lustrous mane, wildflowers consenting beautiful fragrance. Pink buds swathe hoary hue enrich vitamins penetrating into each solitude lock that grows from raven skin, vivaciously streaming down as strawberry drizzle; crystal streamed forelock falling over ruby tinted oculi�s. Nostrils expand, inhaling deep aromas that consist in aerial with diverse assortments surrounding steel brute. Saccharine sensation expands further along crest to hind legs, sprinkled sugar revealing itself within steal hue that covers body with such loyal outlook, all heart needed was sweet, liquid syrup to finish enduring topping. Smooth, fluid velocity expands to full span of Arabic stature, wires whisking �round rear attachments; streak of silver lightning reflecting with giant storm of vivid illumination. Precipitation drizzles upon sleek, multi colored hoary hue, winding with agility around russet hierarchy, flora inserting themselves as light decorations. Steed stands, mass shifting to avoid tautness, thorns swiveling to and fro for hearing

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Subject	Author	Date
-the visitor-	Playing In Traffik	10:21:49 06/13/02 Thu
..Forsaken dream.. -- \|-Rogue-\|, 19:50:06 06/13/02 Thu ::on a challenge:: -- Playing In Traffik, 13:45:42 06/14/02 Fri