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12-05-2013, 05:03 PM
Trees, Trees and oh look, there's more trees. If I see one more tree... The Arab buckskin mare allowed her grumbling to be cut off by her own laughter. Just a few days ago, she had been saying the same thing about the sand dunes from her native home. The place she was no longer welcome.
She brushed the negative thoughts away with a dismissive swish of her silky tail and listened to the birds chatter noisily in the trees. Other than that, she couldn't hear, or smell another soul. Where was she?
"Hello?" She called out bravely, willing her voice to not quiver. She just wanted some company, but no more trouble.
She brushed the negative thoughts away with a dismissive swish of her silky tail and listened to the birds chatter noisily in the trees. Other than that, she couldn't hear, or smell another soul. Where was she?
"Hello?" She called out bravely, willing her voice to not quiver. She just wanted some company, but no more trouble.
