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| <-.-> <_ _ > by � coondogk9 The spirit leaves whispered falling gentle in the dust. Did you hear the sound? He's asking for your trust. On sacred ground the wind rode. The messenger sent its praise. The gallop of the Pegasus grants asylum for the day. The hollow sound of the wind blowing thru the trees. His form cast a shade his arms caused a breeze. Resting in his protection from storms in your life. Sit beneath his mighty limbs and pray with him tonite. Vision Quest <_ _> <-.-> 2002 T Lovett |