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Following faint tracks · 8:09pm Jun 12th, 2015

How strange, to look around and find someone as quiet as I has a follower. There are no stories of ponies here. I had little to say of them beyond "Behold," and my own dreamings were little more than a lonely unicorn in a forest.

If you would read something by my hand, then remember that through you I discovered the charcoal feathers. I had something to say, then. On the Old Home Bulletin Board, search for "Wild Rose, Black Swan." Those are my thoughts from another time.

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