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This is the story I wrote for the 2011 NaNoWriMo challenge. The object of the challenge is to write 50,000 words in the thirty days of November.
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Her flowing own of silverleaves a shimmer in the air.The chill of the nightimestirs her rippling hair.She drifts along at midnight,her path well known..
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In the forest,oak leaves across the floor,there sits a still man,a statue moving no more.His eyes are of stone.The hair moves only in dreams.Cold fing..
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