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 The memories we have, make us a part of who we are. They shape us each and every day for better or for worse. Some memories are of years gone by; some are from the small glimpses of childhood that come to our remembrance. Others may just be of a single day. As much as we want to revisit things, time is in control. It tells us what to do, where to go, and it gives no explanations.  As I sit here in my room, looking out my window, I see the snow piling up like small mountains outside. How is it, that in a time where all the flowers have died, summers have fade, and the sun is obscured by clouds, that everything could be so beautiful? I’v

Adored The Changeling Kingdom, or the 'Motherland' as the species often affectionately referred to it, was located far away from Equestria in the east, crossing plains, deserts and glaciers. It would take weeks worth of travel for any pony using non-magical means to reach the country, but once they did, they would definitely know. It was a vast, depleted country, characterised by a desolate mountainous landscape which, during its infamously long, vicious winters, was always blanketed by thick layers of snow. The summer was not too pleasant, either; it sometimes got hot enough to kill scores off by heatstroke. The kingdom, especially as a mo