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Post by Bastet on Jan 30, 2006 0:02:42 GMT
Bast lifted her nose to the sky, trying to catch the scent of water. There were so many scents in the air, and she couldn't distinguish any of them from the other. The lioness followed the other, hoping that water awaited them. She longed for a drink. At this point, stagnant lake water would satisfy her thirst.
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