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Everything was still, no footsteps moving,
no breeze blowing, all was quiet. Slowly, out of a dark hole, a tiny white mouse appeared. Soon, after the full moon comes out from behind the cloud, an owl hooted. Then I heard something different, something very familiar, so I got up and looked. A beautiful wild black Mustang horse was running around, in the meadow leaping into the air. A train, 60 miles away from home, sounds its horn as it gets ready to travel west. Outside I tripped from a hole in the ground, facing a pearly white egg. Picking the egg up, I looked over to the meadow and saw the Mustang, watching. In the horse's eyes, I saw a calm silence, the kind of silence I wished I'd always have. In the morning I woke up thinking of the Mustang, a turquoise dragon landed on me. On the radio downstairs I heard the news saying the train heading west crashed, and fell into a river.
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