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“Strange,” she thought to herself
“Strange enough, how I feel so hollow
at the last hour of the warm sunshine
as if it takes away a peck of my being
and challenges me to live without it
as if it hits me with the memories bygone
and tells me that I have to relive those
as if it tells me that all the light is an
illusion and darkness I have to perceive
as if it asks me to come to terms with my
nomadic soul that dances under the moon
as if it forces me to walk back into the time
and find the inception point of this life.”
“Strange!” she said and gazed into the sky.

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