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| Whispering Wind |
On the
wall, a recollection, while outside the winter snow smoothed the edges of a
harsh land. They wore masks, the excitement of an impossible mystery, a
nostalgic gathering of times past. Carnival thrills and fears, a daring touch
beyond the expected. They danced all night, two strangers who could have not
been closer, closer than lifelong friends. The anonymity coated their peace wrapping
their inhibitions, opening thresholds of boldness they would’ve never have
dared cross. A caress turned into a mirrored dance of soft shadows reflected on
the walls. The masks would always remind her of that remarkable night.
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