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At first all she could hear was the slow creaks of the forest: the sonance of a seasoned army of tired workers retiring from a long day.  A few remaining strands of the daylight fizzled through the treetops, fleeting and shifting on their way out. Then she heard it. Quiet at first, almost like an imagined phantom dancing through the treetops, kissing the doorway to the heavens. Turning towards the approaching murmur, the wind washed over her, brushing the hair back from her face, running its fingers through her tangled tresses. It was comforting and assuring… being immersed in the lovers embrace of twilight. Its hands roamed over her body, heightening her senses…stirring her foggy mind from its warm bed of daydreams. Then, without a word, the playful nymph darted off into the closing darkness in search of others. She slowly opened her eyes, her thoughts more lucid. A noiseless sigh of gratitude escaped her lips and with one foot in front of the other, her steps once again added to the night’s melody.

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