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Post by horsepraiser123 on Dec 3, 2006 0:48:50 GMT -5
At Rushing Falls beyond the water on the other side stands a beautiful paint mare. She gives everyone a mysterious look and rears, her mane and tail rippling in the breeze. "My name is Meadow" she whinnies "I am single and I don't have a herd I am in....I don't have anyone else but me" she looks at the other horses wondering who they are and If she would be accepted and if any of them were single stallions. She also wondered who they were.
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