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Night-time

Soft music floated down the hall and danced through the house. The young boy listened with joy while a tear slid down is check. When the music finally stopped, silence filled the room. Sighing in contentment, the boy pulled back the blinds to his bedroom window and stepped out on a balcony, breathing in the cool, fresh night air. High in the sky, the moon glowed and shone, smiling down with gentle beams of light. The frisky brown puppy in the yard below, angered by the moon’s charm, howled and barked. Across the street, an old man snored and grunted in his sleep, dreaming of grand concert halls and huge audiences all hushed in anticipation, waiting for the music to float through the hall again.




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