The lady sat near the fire as she did every night, it was solitude she needed, contemplation. Her mind became so cluttered especially when she drew too much attention to herself. She sighed and closed her eyes. Her mind recollected a sweet voice that she never could forget, no matter how many times she tried. That is how timeless love is. Through her shut eyes her mind paints a scene...
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