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Life
She walked along the embankment.
The chill of the deepening night
seeped into her bones along with
the thickening drizzle. To her
right the traffic surged on
mindlessly, while the river before
her lapped in vast, unseen motion.
Beside her, had she cared to look,
a light could be viewed from many
lofty windows. Ahead of her were
scents: dark, dreary.
The chill of the deepening night
seeped into her bones along with
the thickening drizzle. To her
right the traffic surged on
mindlessly, while the river before
her lapped in vast, unseen motion.
Beside her, had she cared to look,
a light could be viewed from many
lofty windows. Ahead of her were
scents: dark, dreary.
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