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Post by Trailfoot on Apr 23, 2006 19:00:17 GMT -5
Her brother knows her name, but she does not use it.
When she speaks, it is softly, but full of meaning.
She touches magic with the ease with which a child learns to throw a ball.
She is quick to smile, quick to laugh, slow to anger, yet once roused, she does not set a vendetta aside quickly.
She is Trailfoot.
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