Tall One
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The tall one, leaning against the wall, sighed. “What will become of us? We’ve waited in shadows and darkness for so long.”
Her friend, laying on the flat surface where they could rest before the morrow’s demands replied, “Hard to say. It could really be anything.”
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The master picked up the newest pencil she had laid against the window the day before.
Setting the point on the paper prepped on her desk, she started drafting the song she’d been humming for weeks.
