<center><font color=darkorange>but how can you wait for heaven? and who has that much time? </font></center> -- � Velvet Acres Stables �

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Date Posted: 20:09:40 07/07/02 Sun
Author: Briana
Subject: but how can you wait for heaven? and who has that much time?

Chevy Silverado pulls up the winding drive, hauling behind it a two-horse trailer. The diesal shuts off and silver door opens, revealing blonde vix'n in the driver's seat. She 'bounces' out, strawberry corkscrews falling 'round her face 'fore she pulls them back. Light-washed Levis cover legs, a bandana shirt adorns upper torso. Body was tanned from spending hours in the sun, and a little rosy as well, for that matter. Golden retriever bounds out of the door after her, its fur only a few shades darker than femora's hair. Woman goes to the trailer and puts down the ramp, heading inside. A few moments later, she comes down, leading black Friesian stallion on halter, talking gently to him all the while. Smiles some, giving him a Horse Treat, then ingresses inside the barn, finding an empty stall. Surveys it a little, then puts him in the crossties. Finds some shavings and a bucket of water, then fixes the area up, smiles to herself, and leads him in. Goes back out and parks, and then heads to the tack room, setting up her stuff..

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