Wednesday, June 17, 2009

The Valley

The mare ran hard through the rain swept valley. Her chestnut brown coat glistened in the bright mid-afternoon sun as the remnants of the morning shower trailed behind her like a natural burnout.

Her mane and tail flapped in the breeze as she crossed the overflowing brooks and streams with ease. She dodged the low hanging branches and skirted around the large anthills that populated the valley.
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