The grown colt returns to the land of stars, his home in which he'd missed so, and yet his lonliness overbeared his weeping heart. -- Starlight Winds

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Date Posted: 21:25:31 06/06/02 Thu
Author: Midnight Storm
Subject: The grown colt returns to the land of stars, his home in which he'd missed so, and yet his lonliness overbeared his weeping heart.

A statuesque figure appeared over the hills, a dark sillhouette against the evening's last light. Coal black pelt drinks in the remaining heat, while worn he rejoices inwardly at having reached his destiny at last. This was his home, one in which he had missed for so long, it had been too long. The emerald foliage hung more thickly then he remembered, and the forest in which his good friend had almost burned alive had been restored by his creator's touch. Pausing, after some roaming, miles from the mainland of this territory. Large, well muscled, masculine lifts concaved dial toward the heavens, in which the lady of night revealed the stars. A pang of lonliness tugged at his shoulder, in which lacked that soft touch whom stood by him so many nights and that simple soft swish of a tail of the softest silk entagling with his hocks. How he missed her, and yet, his heart still hoped she'd return one day. He made a promise that he'd never give his heart as strongly to another as she, for her loved her, even after years of being away, he still loved that mare.

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Fear not my friend, for I am hear now. -- Morning Sky, 21:45:26 06/06/02 Thu
- [repost, other was to full of unwanted errors] -- Morning Sky, 21:57:13 06/06/02 Thu