THE PASSION THAT 'DANCED' AWAY

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There is a blinding white light in the apartment. Streaks of marble are shining under rivulets of sunshine. The wind is staging it's own opera outside and the chirping birds on the branches of the oak tree spectate a fair young lady dancing to it. C

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