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Rainbow dash is a pony for all seasons.
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She is the bright joyful step into spring; the young cheery blossoms budding along fresh April branches.
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She corrals a rain cloud so we can sit beneath the soft prickling shower.
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Fingers playing through her mane as she rolls in the fresh grassy knoll.
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Splish-splashing in iridescent puddles along rural bridleways.
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A hop and a flutter under the woolly clouds, a million shades of stormy grey.
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She is summer.
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The long, endless days of sun-dappled forest paths, bright leafy greens and summer birds.
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A whisper of cool air along her sweaty brow, soaring into the pure royal blue of the boiling cloudless sky and wheeling above; soaring down gracefully.
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Tall glasses of peach tea rattling with ice cubes.
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Proud cannonballs into gulping blue lakes.
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Towelling her off as she sweats in my embrace, watching the sky painted sunset purple.
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She is the bite of autumn wind.
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Galloping through crunchy leaves floating solemnly from dead trees.
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A pathway of marmalade orange and mustard yellow.
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A little warm hat made just for her.
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Mugs of hot cocoa shared in the warm, wrestling over the last melted marshmallow and collapsing into cuddles before the flickering fire.
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Stealing apples from the orchard and hiding behind the rust of a disused tractor.
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Carving pumpkins of each other and watching them glow.
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Dash is the winter - the warm solace from the cold.
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Fields traced with hoofprints and footprints beside them.
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Clearing a space with her powerful wings; gathering snow to build ourselves a fortress.
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Snowballs soaring through the frigid frosty air.
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Gentle hearth’s warmings, watching her eyes wet as she opens her present.
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A scrapbook filled with photographs of me and her together.
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Memories of the seasons, my reason for happiness.