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[Bowie]

This is Major Tom to Ground Control. I'm stepping through the door and I'm floating in a most peculiar way. And the stars look very different today. For here am I sitting in a tin can. Far above the world, Planet Earth is blue and there's nothing I can do.

Where oh where are the sistahs? It seems quiet evident to Bowie that all the girls are simply tied up in various things. He was certain that they spent too much time huddled up in little pow wows rather than enjoy the beauty of this land.

Purple and white stocking limbs move the stallion lightly over the grounds. He kept himself neatly tucked and preened  as he felt it was important to give an well kept outward appearance. Two tones pools look over the sway and buckle of sod as he makes his way for where the ocean kissed the dark shore.

The sand is moist as always and Bowie sinks a bit when he is firmly standing in the darkness of the grains. A large clutch of air is taken and released as he sighed. Oh how he did miss having some company to chat with. Dear Naga had never shown and Hybris seemed to of rather not continued their conversation. That did prove to make things rather dull for the lovely purple stallion. Unabashed boredom slips across his pleasant features as he takes in the scenery of the coatline.

Bowie.