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Message: <blockquote data-quote="KitanaVorr" data-source="post: 763871" data-attributes="member: 9167">Somewhere on the streets of ManhattanWednesday, 11th December 2002Caitlyn watched as the man moved across the street, taking with him the last of her money.  When he entered the diner, her dark eyes widened and the gloom that had pervaded her thoughts lifted in the brightness of her <a href="http://www.sonyclassical.com/videos/89916/089916_OneFineDayVid.ram" target="_blank"> song of hope</a>, that moment of clarity in what had been a shadowy journey tonight.Un bel di, vedremoEverything felt a part of it, the hum of tires on the road, the air brushing past in cold frenzy.  She could taste the song on her lips in the form of the icy frost that warmed with a puff of incandescent breath.  A frost that wasn’t withering, that was damned from her touch. Levarsi un fil di fumoSull´estremo confin del mare. She laughed at the choice of music that chose to fill her mind…oh it was so glorious and yet so true!  It felt like the whole of Manhattan sung to her, to take her mind away from it all, to a higher plane of wonderful. Her steps lightened, she began to move quickly, half-running, half-skipping.  E poi la nave appare.Accompaniment, it needed accompaniment.  It was only fair after all.Poi la nave biancaEntre nel porto. Glorious voice echoed through the streets, melding with the sounds of Manhattan, lost within the music that was the city that swirled within her thoughts.  She didn’t care who heard her, who stared, or who believed things of a young woman who sang with her heart upon the street.Romba il suo saluto.The wind cut through her cheeks, the effort sustained in her hurry bringing more color upon them, lighting her dark eyes alive with the fever of her music.  Long black hair, thick and glorious, flew behind her, billowing in the wind like lustrous raven banner.  With every step to the hotel, her song grew louder, more full, rolling about the streets around her in a thick blanket to temporarily alleviate those listening from their own dark secrets.Vedi? È venuto!And that was how she ended up there in their drawing room, waiting for the Montagues to come down from their perch to retrieve her.  Frost melting upon her lips, the flush of exertion on her pale cheeks and the glow of fascination sparkled in her deep ebony eyes.   A wild spirit flying in from the cold dark night to alight upon their home, looking so human and so very much alive.</blockquote>

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