Writing After Dark

Soft music drifts across the room on rain-scented air. Comfort. A soft embrace in the night. The lonely night. The noise of the day turns into the distant memory it deserves to be. Solitude. Calm and quiet. A moment in time etches the soul, not to be forgotten. This is the moment, rare as perfection. A granted wish, soon to be taken.

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