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ARC pt5 A Simple QuestionA Rock Concert pt 5 A simple question.
She couldn't believe it, finally after so long she would see her colt again! She had to remind herself not to tackle him with kisses the moment she spotted him.
Dash and the girls, plus Spike, had just trotted past the hordes of waiting fans and handed the ticket master their special tickets. They each received a badge labeled pass with an official looking stamp on it and a rope so they could ware it around their necks. Spike put his on only to have it fall off and land at his feet.
"Oh come on, don't they make anything baby dragon sized?"
"Here, let me help you with that Spike." Twilight said as picked it up with her magic and tied a loop in it making it small enough for him to ware.
Rarity looked down at hers as it hung from her neck. "This is hardly fashionable."
ARC pt 4 A half a day awayARC pt4 A Half a Day Away.
Celestia raised the sun, just like she had for longer then she cared to remember, Luna stood next to her lowering the moon. It looked like it was going to be a beautiful day, flowers bloomed as the light touched them, some animals stretched and yawned as they awoke, wile others crawled back to their homes getting ready for bed.
Ponyville was one of the many cities on this side of the planet that was being bathed in the warm morning light, it creeped threw the windows of the stores and homes.
One of these houses was made entirely out of clouds and even had a rainbow fountain with a little water wheel out front. The light sneaked in threw Dash's bedroom window and managed to shine right in her eyes as she tried to stay asleep.
"Five more minutes mom." Dash mumbled in her sleep as she rolled away from the sun and promptly fell out of bed, hitti
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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