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A genetic half-breed, part baby rainbow, part hippopotamus tail, part waffle, which speaks the language of love, defines its own science and rambles with a sense of adventure that could make the wind jealous. When a Raeburn speaks, lighting pauses to listen. A Raeburn can inspire a sense of purpose in a stone and is envied by the sun for its shimmer. A Raeburn can fly and is alive to show others that they can too.
It was raining and my socks got wet and I cried until a Raeburn arrived and suddenly the sun began to giggle and the sky kissed the ground and said "there's no difference between us."
by Festarious The Monk June 26, 2011