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[jazz.]

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usєrnαmє: spαstícjαzzhαnds
shσw nαmє: sjh hєr fínαl mαsquєrαdє
вαrn nαmє: lσlα
spєcíαltч: drívíng
hαltєr lєαthєr αnd mєtαl: α fαdє σf thєsє cσlσrs?

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[jazz.]

pσєm:

╭━ ✶✶✶ ━━✶━━ ✶✶✶ ━╮
her lonesome march,
when would she stop?
was it her choice
or was it not?
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not wanting to quit,
not wanting to stop,
she kept her pace,
she kept her trot.
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if you see her
while passing by
don't stop and stare,
don't gawk or cry.
⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶⊷⋆⊶⊷⊶⊷⊶
for it's her curse
to be alone
or was that just
what she'd been told?
╰━ ✶✶✶ ━━✶━━ ✶✶✶ ━╯

[jazz.]

mσσdвσαrd:

[jazz.]

σthєrs' ímprєssíσns σf lσlα:

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Jack will probably say she intimidates me, but I'm not intimidated by anyone. Lola's just...a hard book to read at times, and I prefer to remain respectful of her boundaries like she does mine. Soon, I bet she'll want to share an apple with me. Hopefully. She can have the whole apple if she wants. But I'm not intimidated by her!

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I love Lola! She's very honest, sometimes blunt, which I love. She may seem standoffish at times, but she's just more of an introvert. We get along rather well since I push her to join in some activities and she taught me that lazing in the sun can actually be fun. Favi usually joins us as well.

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Lola and I get along fine. I'm polite to her, but we just don't hang out together very much. Kojak is trying to get on her good side, but he can be pushy and she doesn't put up with that. I understand where she is coming from, but I find Kojak rather charming so I stay out of it. Come to think of it, it might be better that she sticks with Jack and Favi, so I can keep Kojak to myself.

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I think Lola and I became friends so quickly because we have a lot in common. Even though I focus on dressage and she works on driving, we still find time to hang out. Although, it's strange to be around someone with an even greater sweet tooth than me. I really think she has a sixth sense to keep sniffing out peppermint treats. If you follow her long enough, you're bound to get a yummy snack.

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Jack and I are the reason Lola feels so comfortable at our barn now. Did that seem braggy? I didn't mean for it to be. I'll start over. I think Jack and I helped Lola step out of her comfort zone and become a valuable member of our barn. We like to be in the thick of things so we're the ones to introduce everyone. I'm the one that got her a connection for her driving competitions from a stud at my old place. Now that's supposed to be a good brag.

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Lola is really wonderful to me; I feel like she is my second mom. I think most horses at first think she's not interested in talking with them, but it just takes a little time for her to trust you. Although since Lola was already friends with my parents, Jack and Favi, she was pretty open to me right away. She is very imaginative making her the perfect babysitter for the foals. I hope to grow up to be just like her!

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I don't know how I stand with Lola honestly. I'm the first to admit I am not the best in social situations at times, so we might have started off on the wrong foot. I didn't mean to splatter mud onto her; I was just shaking some off and she just happened to be walking right behind me. No amount of apologies can take that back, and she hasn't let me forget it.

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[jazz.]

lσlα's ímprєssíσns σf σthєrs:

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Kojak...he seems like he means well but just not my type. He's a bit too possessive for me. Still, he respects my wishes to be left alone so he has that going for him.
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Jack and I get along well, perhaps because opposites attract? I prefer lots of times to decompress, and he needs to be in the center of attention. It's...never boring when you're with him. Some think that's a good thing. I...don't mind it either, actually.
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She's nice. What else am I supposed to say? She hangs around Kojak mostly; I rarely talk to her one on one.
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At first I thought Zora was only hanging around me eating, but she's a sweetheart. She's just rather shy at the beginning. I make sure to always have a sweet for her since it always leaves her in a good mood.
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Favi is like the godfather of the barn-mafia. She knows everyone and everything that goes on inside. It's best to be kept on her good side. Once you get past her haughty exterior, Favi is surprisingly genuine. I've seen her drool after a good belly scratch. But don't tell her I told you that!
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I will always have a soft spot for foals, and River is not an exception. She's my little shadow around the barn and I dread the day when she doesn't want to be a step behind me anymore. I'm not sure if I would ever want a foal of my own but watching over River is great practice.
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King has no spacial awareness. I got a face full of mud the second I stepped into my new home. It was a woooonderful greeting. I hope you can sense my sarcasm. But it did give me something to hold over his head for the meanwhile. It's amusing how awkward he can be at times.
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[jazz.]

gíf:

[jazz.]

shσrt stσrч:
·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ иαмιиg σf α fιℓℓу ♫♪♩·.¸¸.·

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xxx "mama..." a young spotted filly nudged her mother with her velvet nose. "what's a masquerade?" her dam grimaced; she didn't quite agree with the name given to her daughter.
xxx "well, it depends." the mare said quietly. "it could mean a fancy party," she tried to sound upbeat. "where everyone dresses with a fancy costume and mask." the mare hoped that her daughter would be satisfied with that answer, but foals are always inquisitive.
xxx "what else does it mean, mama?" the filly nudged her mother once more. "it can mean different things, right?"
xxx "the term masquerade could also be used for someone hiding behind a mask to keep up appearances." the mare sighed. "but it's just a word. only you can put the true meaning to it."
xxx the filly stayed silent licking her lips in deep thought. the mare started to become concerned and nuzzled her soft baby mane. "and final is 'last', right, mama?" the filly finally met her gaze.
xxx "correct."
xxx "i knew it!" the filly proudly nickered. she paused once more. "so my name is 'her final masquerade'." she concluded. "then why do they call me 'lola'?"
xxx "you remember that they call me 'paloma'?" the mare said. "my full name is 'birds of a feather'. but that's too long, so i'm mostly just called paloma." paloma explained. "and paloma means 'dove'." she added when she saw lola open her mouth to ask another question. lola closed her mouth, looking satisfied. paloma thought their conversation was finished and grabbed a large mouthful of grass. lola ran a few circles around her mother, getting out a burst of energy.
xxx "mama?" lola stopped and snorted. "so what does 'lola' mean?"
xxx paloma took her time chewing her mouthful before she was forced to swallow. "well, lola means sorrows." this time paloma spoke quickly, hoping to breeze past this piece of information.
xxx "mama, your name is very pretty." lola huffed. "and mine is very sad!"
xxxthis was exactly what paloma was worried about. why on earth did they think giving a sweet young filly such a horrid name was okay? "it's just a name. like i said before, you give it your own meaning by living your life the way you want to, okay?"
xxx"i understand, mama."

[jazz.]

sσng:

·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ ¢яυєℓ αи∂ вєαυтιfυℓ ωσяℓ∂ ♫♪♩·.¸¸.·
.•♫•♬• grσuplσvє •♬•♫•.

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go ahead and close the door
i'll stand outside in the rain
a little bird just told me so
it's time to start over again

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so i'll run out and take this boat
far away from these shores
and i'll reach behind an enemy line
and find my curable cure

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'cause it's a cruel and beautiful world
and i got my girl
and if it seems like we're
falling behind
or just slipping on top
from the mouths of our mind

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i buried a treasure
far off near the desert
i'm trying to find my way there
it's been too long
since i've been myself
and my eyes can't see anymore

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and there's a song inside
of this hard of mind
and i'd like to sing it to you
'cause there's an earthquake
shaking inside my country
now what am i gonna do?

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'cause it's a cruel and beautiful world
and i got my girl
and if it seems like
we're falling behind
or just slipping on top
from the mouths of our mind (hey)

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'cause it's a cruel and beautiful world
(cruel and beautiful world)
and i got my girl (he's got his girl)
and if it seems like we're
falling behind
(seems like we're falling behind)
or just slipping on top
from the mouths of our mind

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[jazz.]

shσrt stσrч:
➶➶➶➶➶ fαℓℓ σf α ∂σνє ➷➷➷➷➷

｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆　　 ｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆

xxx paloma uneasily figiditied, looking at the sky for the third time in a minute. a storm was brewing along the horizon, and she felt a great sense of dread. lola continued to lope in lazy circles around her mother but was growing slightly concerned as she sensed her mother's fear. lola glanced at the sky herself; there were dark clouds mixing in with the wispy white ones and the pressure was dropping. she skidded to a halt. "mama, is it going to rain?" she had experienced rain showers before and liked to prance around in the puddles. she didn't understand why paloma seemed so anxious about a few raindrops.
xxx "yes dear, it probably is." paloma looked to the clouds. "it might be worse than previous storms." lola was now a yearling but hadn't been introduced to how terrifying mother nature could truly be. while lola was weaned and independant, she and paloma still shared a ten acre pasture with fifteen other horses. lola scanned their surroundings. the others must have already travelled closer to the barn.
xxx "are we going to be okay?" lola couldn't help that her voice shook. she had never seen her mother this worried.
xxx paloma nickered. "of course we are."
xxx "shouldn't we head back to the stables?" lola asked.
xxx "we can go a bit closer." paloma shifted her weight. "but being out in the open has its advantages." the two were in view of the large red barn when the first raindrops started to fall. the drops were thick and heavy, also bringing strong winds that carried them sideways. lola's coat was now slickened with the cold rain causing a strong shiver to shoot through her body. she started to trot towards the line of cottonwoods along the fenceline to take shelter, but paloma quickly blocked her way. "stay out here." she ordered her filly.
xxx"but i'm cold!" lola protested. soon, the two didn't have a choice. hail pelted down from the angry heavens, growing into hard apple-sized chunks of ice. "can't we go to the barn?" lola pleaded.
xxx "to the trees, dear." paloma nudged her towards the cottonwoods. "look at the barn." she said urgently. "it might not stay standing." the barn slats were shaking in the strong winds. a howling noise filled the air as the winds blew through the cracks of the boards and the branches of the trees. the two stayed hunkered underneath the small amount of shelter the cottonwoods provided. a large crack spooked lola; she skittered to the right. "lola, stay over here where the trees are sturdier!" paloma called, but lola wasn't focused on her mother anymore. low thunder rolled through the sky and sent her galloping away. "lola!" paloma shrilly neighed. the mare sprinted after her foal, ignoring the small branches falling around her. "lola!" lola came to a hill and slipped on the wet grass and went down, rolling head over heels. she shook her head, trying to orient herself. she had landed in a thick mud puddle which was hindering her movements trying to get back on her feet. "lola!"
xxx"i'm alright, mama!" lola called. she waited for her mother to come over the crest of the hill, but other than a large crack of a tree falling over there was no other noise from paloma. "mama!" lola got two legs unstuck from the deep mud and hauled herself free. paloma would be annoyed how muddy she was; it would take her the entire day to get her clean again. lola trotted carefully up the hill she tumbled down. the hail had thankfully stopped and the winds had let up enough so it didn't hurt to keep her eyes open. lola crested the hill to see her mother laying underneath a fallen cottonwood. "MAMA!" lola raced to her mother's side. "mama, are you going to be okay?" she cried, pressing her face into paloma's mane. "mama, i'm sorry, i shouldn't have made you worry."
xxx"dear, you didn't do anything wrong." paloma whispered. "i'll love you forever, lola."
xxx"mama, please don't leave me."
xxx"i'll never leave you, dear. i'll just be a bit farther away for a while, but i'll never leave."

[jazz.]

sσng:

·.¸¸.·♩♪♫ ѕαтυяи ♫♪♩·.¸¸.·
.•♫•♬• slєєpíng αt lαst •♬•♫•.

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you taught me the courage
of stars before you left
how light carries on endlessly,
even after death
with shortness of breath,
you explained the infinite
how rare and beautiful
it is to even exist

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i couldn't help but ask
for you to say it all again
i tried to write it down
but i could never find a pen

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i'd give anything to hear
you say it one more time
that the universe was made
just to be seen by my eyes

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i couldn't help but ask
for you to say it all again
i tried to write it down
but i could never find a pen

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i'd give anything to hear
you say it one more time
that the universe was made
just to be seen by my eyes

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with shortness of breath,
i'll explain the infinite
how rare and beautiful
it truly is that we exist

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