Post by gf2 admin on May 27, 2008 13:22:24 GMT -5
The Story of Galloping Free
It was a combination of everything. Of hate, love, disease, and fighting. It snapped through the land like a fresh whip, spreading quickly. Almost all left, but several, several brave horses, young & old, light & dark, all different, stayed. They held everything together, whether they enjoyed each other or not. Slowly, others returned and new ones came. The land slowly grew, and every time it fell they helped it up. New threats came, creeping. The ones who left said it was dying from within, but that might not have been so completely the case. Through the goods and the bads it was bound tightly together from with in, bound by the ones who stay and cared. Times are changing now, but Galloping Free will always be the place that horses galloped free, gallop free, and will gallop free, untouched.
by © dark wings
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It was a combination of everything. Of hate, love, disease, and fighting. It snapped through the land like a fresh whip, spreading quickly. Almost all left, but several, several brave horses, young & old, light & dark, all different, stayed. They held everything together, whether they enjoyed each other or not. Slowly, others returned and new ones came. The land slowly grew, and every time it fell they helped it up. New threats came, creeping. The ones who left said it was dying from within, but that might not have been so completely the case. Through the goods and the bads it was bound tightly together from with in, bound by the ones who stay and cared. Times are changing now, but Galloping Free will always be the place that horses galloped free, gallop free, and will gallop free, untouched.
by © dark wings
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