Post by Evie on Nov 15, 2007 1:02:45 GMT -5
As she looks out onto the plains the mare hopes to gaze upon another soul that would wander here. Hopeful in every shadow there might be someone. This lonely feeling that once was welcome into the deepest of her heart now etches a sad cold phase there. Dazed by this numbness the mare grazes on, still looking out of the counter of her eye for any sign of life.