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Post by Elizabeth Swann-Turner on Dec 11, 2007 18:40:03 GMT -5
Elizabeth silently entered the large manor, her eyes roaming the room. All the furniture was covered in white sheets, and dust had already colected in some places, as well as cobwebs. She entered all the way, leaving the door open a crack behind her. She went to the table next to the door, ripping off the sheet covering the beautiful vase in front of the mirror. She ran her hand along the bears painted along the top.
"Dancing bears, Painted wings, things I almost remember. And a song, someone sings, once upon a December." She sang softly to herelf, remembering the song her mother had taught her as a child. As she climbed the stairs, she continued, her voice echoing slightly. "Someone holds me safe and warm, horses prance through a silver storm. Figures dancing gracefully across my memories."
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