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  • I close mine eyes, and begin to dream my way out of this darkness. The air is still with darkness, empty and barren are my thoughts. My ears are tunnels filing with music. Beautiful and enchanting. A sliver flute's song is heard, her cry to return to her flock. A flock of flutes have left for their far away home leaving her behind. Her song is slow and sweet. A sad song, one of longing. They are gone, forming a giant V formation. Her place is quickly filled. She must find shelter. I must save her before the winter comes to claim her.
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