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// 1375 
// Story: A Life Lived in Hundreds 
// by Botched Lobotomy 
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So this was it, then. Princess Celestia (who was definitely the prettiest mare she’d ever laid eyes on), had said that this was theirs, their land, their own. It didn’t look like much. A couple fields, a tree or two, a run-down hut toward the forest. The weather was weird, a fine grain drizzle that seemed to soak her instantly, right to the bone, and made the whole world look sort of like a washed-out painting. Nothing special, really. But it was land! And it was Home! And it wasn’t going anywhere!
She dropped the seed into the ground triumphantly.