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This old gal…
Was out like a light…sawing logs…dreaming something…can’t remember what…but in the dream…there was a tune…far away…yet not far away…playing over and over…a haunting melody…ominous…eerie…and in the dream…curious me wondered…why the person in the neighboring apartment…was playing…a recorder…and better yet…why were they playing that plastic flute…from elementary days gone by…in the middle of the night… Woke with a start…the room dark…the notes ebbing and flowing…reminiscent of winter nights on the farm…blizzard winds whistling through the frames of the window…padded to the picture window…sure to see a storm in process…but no…nothing…the trees silently standing…no wind to be had… That daughter of mine suddenly wakes…heads into the hallway…and returns…with a story…middle of the night…no one around…the service elevator…empty…made it to this top floor…the doors…opening…shutting…opening…shutting… Mystery solved…or was IT… And this daughter of mine…agrees…
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