the light, I like the light. that day, it was there, it illuminated it. outside, under the rain, the sound of the cars, me, it, the light. I glared at it, it, it fled my glance by towards the city. No one spoke, the rain whispered sweet nothings to us, the lightning sang overhead, the wind hummed unknown words with passion. Underneath her absorbed look, she was thinking, children's thoughts. Beautiful stars, clouds hiding the moon, hundreds of city lights. Suddenly, a whistle. The world stopped spinning, no more noises, her voice made me lose all sense of time, blinding me to the sounds outside. These melodies enchanted me. This voice was captivating. This whistling came out of him. Continuing to whistle, she put her head on my shoulder letting her continue to embrace my attention.
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