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Post by Obsidian_butterfly on Jan 20, 2007 2:19:34 GMT -5
Taya sets on the porch of her house overlooking the lush green lawn. Her eyes look over the small town as the sun begins to rise over the hill. Her eyes move over the people comeing out to care for the livestock and house hold pets.
Her eyes then move to her solid gleeming white horse grazeing off of the grass just a few feet from the porch. The horse lifts his head for a moment then lowers it again.
Taya smiles softly as she leans back in her chair and begins to brush her hair, getting ready for her busy day ahead. Her soft silver hair falls around her face.
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