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Winter Foal of
Shivers Gulch wasn't
born from a mare that carried
her for eleven months and cast her
on the twelfth, her black velvet coat was
born from the magic of a snowflake, "leave
her, she'll never hear thunder, but she'll cause
it alright, she'll incite an avalanche and bring the
whole damn herd down!"

they left her to freeze,
never looked back, hell,
seldom that such a winter foal
lives, her eartips gone from frostbite,

she learned how to
survive and cope in a
harsh environment which
constantly howls hostility in   
every Shivers wind, she uses
intuition, without a mare's suckle,
Winter Foal of Shivers Gulch nourished
herself from the liquid of a snowflake, learned
how to cleave a haybale with her sharp mind, she
sees with her inner eye, she heard them say "we don't
want her, she'll never make it,"

how a single snowflake
could produce such a resilient,
diverse foal, she is truly encyclopedic
in scope, in the media splashed in fame
from mane to tail, the firebrand has found
another one just like her, a rare breed, she 
introduces Winter Foal of Shivers Gulch...                     


Copyright 2006 Sage Sweetwater, firebrand lesbian novelist