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09-25-2012, 06:38 PM
The mare felt the heat of the sun beating down on her. She pushed herself on, her wings aching. She was falling behind, which was not allowed in her book. She beat her wings, taking a sharp turn before passing through a ring. She was now flying over the Thistle Meadow. She could barely make out the rings due to the large fluffy clouds. The mare passed through yet another ring, the cloud soaked her as she did so. She flew through another ring, the clouds cleared as she made out the sand of the Endless Blue. The mare watched the color of rings change, turquoise, blue and green hues. She felt drawn to these colors, and beat her wings harder, adrenaline coursing through her.
The mare could see the blue rolling waters of the Endless Blue, which scared her a little, thinking about the vast, never ending waters. She quickly focused, flying harder than she had ever done before.
Word Count: 160
The mare could see the blue rolling waters of the Endless Blue, which scared her a little, thinking about the vast, never ending waters. She quickly focused, flying harder than she had ever done before.
Word Count: 160
