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... y flushed skin as I slump on the weathered wooden bench. The world around me sways gently, the edges of reality blurring and softening like a watercolor painting left out in the rain. In my hand, a half-empty bottle of wine dangles precariously, its contents sloshing with each unsteady movement.
Before me, the pond stretches out like a sheet of polished obsidian, its surface broken only by the occasional ripple from a passing duck. The moon hangs low and heavy in the sky, its reflection ...
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