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// Entry #83 
// Story: Starswirl's Journal 
// by AlesFlamas 
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I never knew it was possible to love something as much as I love my daughter. She's so perfect. So absolutely perfect. So perfect, in fact, that I can't think of a single name befitting her perfection. She looks almost exactly like her mother. It feels like the only thing she got from me was that stripe of pink in her mane. That and her damnable sense of curiosity. Feels like not a moment goes by that she isn't getting into one thing or another. Just a few moments ago I was pulling her away from the various herbs and spices of the head chefs personal garden. From what Rain's been telling me, she's awfully fond of all those little plants especially the clover. 

I particularly like that word. Clover. Short, soft, and simple. I think Rain and I have been over thinking this naming thing. She doesn't need some great, complicated name. Nor does she need to be named after a pastry. I think Clover would suit her just fine.

Rain's Notes: For a stallion of your intelligence, you can be impossibly stupid sometimes. But fine; I give up. Clover it is.