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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 5:50 pm
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A dark shape coalesces on the edge of her vision. She can feel it watching, yearning. What for? For her?
She is traveling through a clearing where the grass is beat down and a large tree stump sits at the front. A place for performance. It is empty, and a thin layer of fog covers the ground. Eerie. Cold. She shakes the feeling and tentatively steps up, staring around the empty field. The shadows flicker at the edge and the dark shape waits. It does not speak.
A deep warmth fills her chest as a single, beautiful note comes from her lungs, piercing the fog and bringing a soft glow to the clearing. The shadow is elated, its heart sings with joy at her song. It disappears back through the forest, out of sight but not far. In her head she hears its voice, lilting and deep, charming and alluring.
Think of me.
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Posted: Wed Aug 22, 2012 5:51 pm
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