Day 6 --- A stranger

DUCKY @ [written*sanctuary]

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Start: 2121

Music: "Moon" // George Winston

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You held my hand when the moon was high

Kissed my lips and made me sigh

Breath lifting up into the sky

I should've known better than to lie

But the way it lifted up to the stars

Even though I knew in my heart

That the promise "We'll never be apart"

Was doomed right from the start

It made me want to lie

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End: 2123

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Start: 2125

Music: Piano Sonata #8 in C Minor, Op 13 "Pathetique" //

Beethoven (played by Vladimir Ashkenazy)

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There are stairs. She runs up each one with her heart in her feet,

racing to see which will falter first and hoping neither does. She

gets to the top - too scared to worry about breathing - breaks

down the door - too worried to be scared about being followed,

not when she's looking, searching, her mother, her father -

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"They took them."

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She doesn't turn at the voice, doesn't ask if he's lying, doesn't

scream, doesn't yell.

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Her knees give out first.

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End: 2129

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Start: 2129

Music: "Summer 78" // Yann Tiersen

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There's a house on a hill

Green and full of daffodils

And a child I used to know

She rolled in the grass

Made her white dress match

The playground that she claimed as her own

I can hear her laugh when I dream

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End: 2131

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There was something in her eyes tonight

Something in the way it gleamed and made her

Move like she was made of moonlight

Her smile was a play

I didn't have a script but I knew if I asked nicely

She would feed me the lines word for word

Guiding my hands, my mouth, my fingers

Knowing exactly what she wants and how I can deliver

Directing me as to when to stop, when to breathe

How fast and how deep

And I swear I feel her thoughts before she tells me anything

But by morning she disappears

Leaving whispers in my ears

Of scenes filmed entirely in moonlight

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