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She is there alone - like she was before.
She thought she was that weak, but almost at dusk of the day, as she glanced thru her shoulder, she caught a glimpse of silvery grey across the sky, with gray branches of tree swayed in the dancing wind: particle of the universe is always her companion.
The velvety desire within her told her that she was strong - she is.
Musical notes crept thru the white wires - sending another jolt of pure, electric anodes of power to her soul, pumping it joyfully yet subtly - then, she curved a crescent moon smile: believing in getting by and letting the magic happen.
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