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Alone with the Music

The band played on as I crossed the field to be away from all those gathered. There’s a cold breeze rising as I take in the fresh air. The grass sways like dancing to the singing. I follow a dot across the sky. Is it a satellite sending messages to the surface below?

No one is near me as I stretch towards the sky. I am alone in this journey. No one to love me so I go where I can be by myself.


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