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| "Untitled", oil, by Julie Ford Oliver |
He sat beside the little fire
in the fireplace, and heard a choir
singing in the flames. He heard a
song
of joy that made him play along
by tapping on the table by
his side, and soon was feeling spry
and started dancing to the tune
made by the fire. His wife was soon
beside him and they waltzed and crooned
in front of flames that seemed
well-tuned.
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