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02-26-2013, 11:47 AM
The filly had her velveteen lips nibbling on the tender grace as every blade filled her mouth with a delicacy. The warm breeze carried the scent of the rain that had just passed. Fresh grass was growing greener than ever. Her horns had grown in magnificently. Today felt special to the jezebel. All the birds sang song, squirrels had greeted and gathered all throughout the day. Horses walking in pairs had gossiped in and out. Demetrie had soaked all the information in their conversations. Something about a battle and other stuff about some horses wanting world domination. Other information floated around, but whether it was true or not was unknown.
