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Sept 25, 2005 7:10:06 GMT -5
Post by Nicole on Sept 25, 2005 7:10:06 GMT -5
The barn was very large. It was very old. It smelled of hay and it smelled of manure. It smelled of the perspiration of tired horses and the wonderful sweet breath of patient cows. It often had a sort of peacefull smell. As though nothing bad could happen ever agin in the worl. It smelled of grain.
(I don't know if she really wrote this, or if she was copying something. I suspect the latter. Or that she was prompted)
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