Nicolette

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Amid the swirling rapids of time’s ceaseless rush downstream to the past, it shone with a soft and lonely light—while beyond lay the vast ocean of oblivion. Every time they were wounded in the future, again and again they would return in memory to look into each other’s eyes, embraced by the darkness of that night.
At the End of the Matinee
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