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Post by Angel624 on Nov 10, 2006 1:50:04 GMT -5
The blue unicorn was sitting at the docks. No one was there to talk to her. She was alone. She looked into the water and frowned.
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Post by Angel624 on Nov 11, 2006 20:54:56 GMT -5
She still sat there, looking in the water. A breeze passed her, playing around with her pink, yellow, and green mane. She slowly closed her eyes and tilted her head upwards. After the breeze passed by, she opened her eyes and looked at the sky. She saw the moon. Whistle smiled. The moon was so beautiful...
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Post by Angel624 on Nov 17, 2006 20:30:30 GMT -5
The unicorn looked back down at the water. She was still bored, and still alone. She wished that there was someone she could talk to.
The winds blew past her. She started to shiver. It was getting cold outside, so she decided to head home.
(cont. in the cottages)
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Post by Horseshadow on Nov 18, 2006 4:22:17 GMT -5
Autumn climbed out of the water and saw a pony heading home. "Wait!" she cried, although the pony probably couldn't hear her.
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