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Life on the Prairie
The creaky antique door fell back into the familiar crevice it had occupied many times before, as the steps, under the pressure of my cousin's foot, began to softly moan. The misty soft touch of the cool, crisp air invaded my lungs all at once, sending its coolness rippling through every breath. To the right of the stairs, the immense foundation of a long dead evergreen tree stood proud but defeated. Arthritic fingers of a seemingly never-ending array streaked and reached away from this long dead provider, their color indicating their state of earthly existence. Moonlight was turned into a bursting fractal array of colors by the still, mirror like surface of the water; these colors seeming to light up the cold, black night sky. The fireplace beside me sputtered to life as a small breeze reached it's dying embers and awakened them from their sleep. At this, the rough covered reeds strewn onto the fire crackled and burst, sending huge pools of billowing smoke up into the sky, frightening the blood lusting bugs into confusion. A small dock beside the fireplace bobbed up and down with the waves soft touch, and it was to this that I was lulled into the sleep of angels .
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