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She
sits
alone,
yet
not
alone,
for
she
has
her
memories.
Memories
of
days
gone
by
when
they
sat
watching
majestic
eagles
soar
through
pillow
soft
clouds.
Memories
of
walks
on
the
beach
'neath
moonlit
skies,
the
sound
of
the
waves
washing
gently
over
warm
sand.
In
the
magic
of
twilight,
the
sun
just
past,
before
the
bright
golden
moon
peeps
into
sight,
she
is
alone,
alone
with
her
memories.
Memories
of
sitting
on
the
soft
,fragrant
forest
floor,
so
quietly,
together,
they
see
the
faeries
dance
through
the
leaves
of
an
acorn
tree.
And
know
beyond
a
doubt
a
unicorn
is
peeping
curiously
at
them
while
field
mice
hurry
about
scavenging
for
tidbits
in
fallen
leaves.
In
the
magic
of
twilight,
before
the
first
glittering
star
winks
down
at
her,
she
sits
alone,
alone
with
her
memories.
A
gentle
smile
forms
on
her
lips
as
she
stretches
out
her
knee's,
turns
her
head
slowly
to
the
door,
for
she
hears
his
footsteps,
and
knows
he
is
coming,
coming
to
her,
to
share
the
magic
of
twilight.
Then
after
a
quiet
night,
tomorrow
they
will
make
memories,
memories
for
her
to
cherish
in
The
Magic
Of
Twilight.
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Aradia
12/2002
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