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Submitted to Contest #273
She called to me through the trees. I look over my shoulder waiting to hear the echoing trill again. It sounds and I move swiftly, as possible, till the soil and grass turn to wet rock and surf. I walk along the shoreline of a large lake with an islet in the very center of it. And then I hear the sing-song call once more. Itβs coming from the islet. A tune I felt like I knew in my bones, but the woman who sang it, I did not know. Our eyes met. I did not stay to hear what she uttered next. Evening fell, but I did not go home. I paced the ski...
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