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the heavy nocturnal air carrying loud in the stillness the whisper-swish marking her footfalls as she passes, once again covered head to toe, a part of the night itself...Slowly, she walks down the cobbled street, blending with the darkness and is gone... Seeming to have dissapeared, so well did the deep color of her rainment blend with the darkness of the night around her. As she walked down the empty street her soft foot-falls echoing in the stillness, she reflected on other nights, and other conversations...Shespent quite a bit of time in there, in that dark room, surrounded by the babbling facless voices of people she knew almost beyyer than she knew herself... It was odd, she thought, that she knew them by the sound and feel of their voices, rather than the appearance of their faces...Yet, perhaos it was better this way, easier to know someone, to share with them, if one did not have to see and be seen...
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