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 Posted: Sun Aug 06, 2006 1:41 pm
  Myoa stood in a clearing, tail twitching. It was beautiful out, and she was in a good mood. A gentle breeze rose around her, lifting her mane into the air. She laughed, loving the feeling of a wind pushing against her. Nothing could ruin this day.
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Posted: Tue Aug 15, 2006 10:54 am
The wind danced around her as she walked slowly into the clearing. The air cooling around her with every step. She sighed softly and closed her eyes feeling the wind caressing her face and the downy grass dance against her legs. The wind caught her mane and tail and sent both to dancing, toying with her blue tresses and making the hoops within her locks chime and sing.
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