Late night Scene.
I stare up to look at my Silvery Lady's face and see that she is half turned from me. Never gone from her gaze I sit hearing the dormant trees shiver from Father winter's dieing breath. I wait alone and quietly for voices I heard long ago. The ones who told me of far away lands and colorful people. They used to be so loud before but the march of time had tired them to a whisper.
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