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She gazed out over the balcony. It was one of those days which hang, full of promise. The sky was pale blue and in it was a kingdom of clouds, an archipelago of scattered white islands floating among brittle white waves blown there by the north wind. Sometimes, until you remembered, it was wonderful just to be alive. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ |
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Someone began to play a homemade set of pipes and gradually the other music died away until it was just the clear notes of the instrument which you could hear. The sound haunted Kirk and he remembered hearing the tune being played when he was a child. |
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Perhaps they all shared the same memories; there was a stillness amongst them. There was a link with the past, you couldn’t ignore it. You had to take it with you sometimes, even when it hurt. The music stopped. |
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A red admiral flew overhead and Kirk looked around him. It could all be so beautiful, he thought. You had to battle on. The world seemed to be divided into two sorts of people: the ones who cared and the ones who just wanted to have everything, but were prepared to destroy everything to get it. |
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“How do you know anyone is after me?” asked Kirk. |
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“Kids. |