Lights dimmed in a late night rendezvous, liking to challenge
hidden shadows, risking being caught up in somnolent crusades
of energy as it spreads into every corner of the Wagon Yard.
Time slipping under blankets of lovely moments leading direct-
ly into pathways of desire and passion where love finds satis-
faction in quiet thoughts, blessed tones of music surrounding everyone through the night.
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