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Pheobe pranced around in the clover fields, several butterflys flying around her. She giggled and chased them around, as they cornered her and seemed to do the same. The little filly bucked and whinnied, feeling the wave of freedom through her hair. Dahlia smiled while grazing not to far, her daughter was growing up to be a sweet mare.
