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Feb 2013
In the south facing sunlit room,
She sat looking out upon
the sweetfern valley.

The words flowed freely
form her heart through the pen
onto the parchment page.

In the stable
the handsome gray stallion whinnied,
calling her name.
Later, she murmured softly, with a loving smile.
Written by
ulflyr69  Maine
(Maine)   
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   st64 and sassybutsweet
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