The White Stallion

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The stallion shook himself out and yawend gently and shook himself out sharply "I am WinterStorm" he said slowly zs the rain turned into small hail pelts that fell down and was soft and turned into snow.
 
"WinterStorm." She repeated, touching the name with some curiosity. "I'm Molly. Pleased to meet you...I think." She couldn't break contact with him, for fear that he might disappear from sight. "Please, tell me what's going on. Clearly you're not meant to be here, and I'm almost certain you're not a figment of my imagination."
 
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