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Sounds of a humming, she hears the sounds. the steady thrum, her sounds. Her steady humming, the thoughts in her own bed, the floor she places her heart upon, walking to the familiar door. Opening and walking into a hallway she doesn't know, but she will walk....and steady her footsteps, lightly, she places the instep and thinking she will be able to do this. Listening to the creaks of her soft footsteps. This will be her escape. And so mote it be. She will be FREE. . |
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