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His breath

was

freed

into

nature.

His voice

suddenly released

to

the darkness.

A long minute passed

and

a melody,

like a lullaby

sighed.

He continued

to give

his

breath.

His eyes

turned grey

but

that

voice

became a

subtle reminder of

him.

Then

he

said nothing.

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