Cerulean Lulamoon-Spark (ceruleansparkold)'s status on Tuesday, 08-Nov-11 19:55:00 UTC
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@ceruleanspark Crunch, crunch, crunch. The sound of loosely packed snow underhoof. The blue showmare plodded resolutely through the swiftly falling snow. The last vestiges of her magic long since exhausted, her body lay fully exposed to the cold. Trixie had never been so cold before. She longed for the warmth of her lost carriage, or even her old cape. She shivered violently as a strong gust of wind forced snow straight into her face.
