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| Sensations pulse inside the dark,
greeting them she slides into the moon-filled night, flanks shimmering with poise, sweeping vision bristles with the solitary power of one who knows that no-thing is out there for her. |
| Shadows pull back into deeper shade,
holding breath in silent frozen-frame of self preservation, each cloaked in thin disguise but every one of them is clothed in the secret markings of evasion. |
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Seeing through the markings and pale
symbols of their fear, she treads softly in between the trembling air-waves � flanks shimmering with poise, night vision bristles with her solitary power, aware that no-thing is still out there � |