Des-crip-tive Writing

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Headphones in.
Every thought, every noise, every feeling, drowned out.
The world outside fades away.
Heart beat.
Breathe deep.
All else muted.
Just her, and the melody.
Scenery rushing by in intense greens and blues mixed together in a strange haze.
Her eyes heavy with sorrow, she lets them gently drift closed.
She gives in to the beckoning of the soft symphony, and slips away into a new world.
Free of the cares that lay so heavily on her shoulders.

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