
500 Years
500 years ago my family was still alive. 500 years ago my friends were still alive. 500 years ago I was not encased in stone.
500 years. And I was still alive after being encased in stone. For 500 years I slept. Me, Scootaloo, and Sweetie Belle. This is how we adapted to it.
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- Apple Bloom 1970-01-01 00:00:00 UTC507