April 2nd, 2005
Carousel music and twirling lights revolve in my eyes.
The golden trim andwashed out colors fly by with the horses that gallop in place.
The dark silhouettes of trees stand behind the train clattering by outside of the
window.
Rain pours down in pools of silver and car headlights.
I'm starting tofeel the beauty, the stillness, and slow motion.
The horses on the carousel stand still and stationary as if frozen in timefrom a magical place that existed long ago....
I begin to feel magicalagain.
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