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Whispers creep gently across the night sky like a quiet marching band that plays a tune that sounds oh so familiar but you just can’t place it Like a blanket enveloping the stillness only to come crashing down. It’s time.
Time to close your eyes and hum. Hum until you drown out the whispers and all that’s left are light vibrations, Gentle and welcoming.
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NJ Reed
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