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Subject: +..In the Winter..+

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A Midsummer Night's Dream

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Date Posted: 16:55:12 01/28/02 Mon

[..Gaunt figure of wispy female slides soundlessly through the forest's gently whispering shadows. It was here now where she came in search of comfort that could not be found. The lapping of waves against the white sand beach was more a demonic chorus now than a soothing lullaby. Imaginary demons poked their heads from dark corners, sending the emaciated figure of the dull colored female skittering sideways. But then, motion did not truly seem to exist in this hellish world to which she had been cast. There was no forward and backward.. no passing of days.. only this tormenting stand still that wracked her mind and body of an endless plague. A fruitless search for lost love, and for the endless days of wonderment that had accompanied a quickley leaving youth. For though only weeks had passed, the stopping of time here, was perhaps more cruel than it's usual quick passing. Each second drawn mercilessly out over what appeared, in oddly disfigured mind, to represent days. And so on she went, weak figure stumbling forward in a mind that was standing still. Carried only by the subconcious glimmer of hope that indeed he still lay waiting.. seeking her out as well..]

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