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Shadows writhed against the blackness as the echoes of the unremembered cried into the silence. Staring into the flames, we were transfixed; bound through the enigma of what we thought was enrapturing. Little did we know our souls stood still, listening to those we chose to neither see nor acknowledge.
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~Morgan~
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Image found on Google. Credit Gratefully acknowledged to the original photographer. Thank You~