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 Nightmares or Memories? (open)
« Thread Started on Dec 25, 2008, 12:06am »
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Cara sat on the floor of her chestnut mare's stall, happy for the fact that the mare didn't sleep and that she had a light that was permanently on in her stall. She shook her head to keep her eyes open as she worked through the mane of the horse who was curled up on the floor beside her. "It seemed so real." She whispered to the horse as she picked up the no knots spray and applied it to the chestnut's mane and then worked the knots out. "Bu it had to have been a dream! I wasn't a baby. I was with my parents, but I wasn't a baby!" Tears filled her eyes as she seperated the mare's mane into sections and then began braiding it as she would for a show. "When ma hugged me, I could smell her! I can almost remember that smell." She sighed as she rubbed the heel of her left hand over her face angrily. "Why can't I remember them if I wasn't a baby when it all happened?"

She had been in the stall for a few hours now, scattered on the ground beside her was her collection of grooming equipment, for the last thirty minutes she had been working through the mare's mane until it was as soft and silky as it was now that she was braiding it. As she worked, her soft voice filled the warmth of the stall
"Dancing bears,
Painted wings,
Things I almost remember,
And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December

Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory...


Someone holds me safe and warm,
Horses prance through a silver storm,
Figures dancing gracefully across my memory...

Far away, long ago
Glowing dim as an ember,
Things my heart used to know,
Things it yearns to remember.

And a song someone sings,
Once upon a December
"

Maybe the rest of the chior at St Mary's hadn't been wrong when they used to joke around that that was Cara's song.
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