.:.winds blow 'cross the desert sands.:. -- Papillon Lagoon

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Date Posted: 18:15:51 09/04/03 Thu
Author: Pharaoh's Daughter
Subject: .:.winds blow 'cross the desert sands.:.
In reply to: Final Frontier 's message, "\the last wild/" on 09:50:18 08/23/03 Sat

Daughter of the Desert smiles and turns tactfully away, fading easily into the backround as she had come, ghostlike, a breath of desert mist, a phantom child of the white sands. Large, dark pools afire with desert spirit and pure light gaze into the distance, filled with a longing and desire to fly along the diamond sands, race in the harsh, hot winds, underneath the stars, underneath the sun, underneath an endless sky unmarred by clouds. But to her home she cannot return for many a moon. Slender sabled limbs carry her lightly built form effortlessly, swiftly away in a smooth riverdance pattern of two, exquisitely chiseled, achingly beautiful dished face head high on graceful crest, tiny sooted teacup muzzle upturned into the wind, ebon nostrils flaring delicately huge. Frothy rivulets flow and whirl about her lithe arched crest, mysterious diamond streams of swirling silkiness. The wind roughly tousles the rivers, tangling and whiplashing them, urging, urging, whispering tantazingly to run...now! Unable to control her desires any longer, she leaps into a light, unfathomably swift canter, whirling away into a snowy diamond storm of desert fleetness, small flinty hooves built for speed barely grazing the earth, long ivory banner of crystalline waterfalls flagging out behind her as she lets the burning hunger to run consume her.

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