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Life and summer are fleeting, ’ sang the bird. ‘Snow and dark, and the winter comes. Nothing remains the same.Elyne Mitchell
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Beauty such as theirs was something with which one lived joyously – racing with the wind, with storm and snow, dancing in the frost or among the golden wattles, galloping, galloping in the spring sun. Life might be dangerous, with beauty that was so difficult to hide, but life was always and ever had been very, very goodElyne Mitchell
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Just then, down through the last glimmer of twilight, stepping high and free, like a cloud, a moth, a ghost in the shape of a horse – came the Silver Stallion. Wild, beautiful, and free as the wind he came, from one kingdom to another, ThowraElyne Mitchell