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She stood in the light of the Full Moon.
Standing in her full glory with nothing to hide.
Watching the butterfly spreading its wings.

The watcher observed her from afar.
Her innocence touched him from deep inside.
He silently watched, his hopes rising.

In the woods behind them the little people gathered.
They had been told that such a time would come to pass.
All were waiting for the story to unfold.

Then as foretold by the elders the Northern lights appeared.
Colourful lights blending and dancing to the music of nature.
The air filled with energy and the excitement grew.

It was then, at this perfect moment, this time where time stood still.
The Northern lights swiftly raced between Stormsinger and the Watcher.
Carrying them both into the sky while the little people watched.

The little people walked back into the woods.
They knew that Stormsinger would return.
They knew that Bob would not remember.

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