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in the limelight of yesterday
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an: a request for Brooks or Frankie was made. here's the first of (hopefully) more to come.
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He plays his violin at night, while the waters are black and the moon illuminates his decrepit ship. It makes enough shadows that he can almost pretend one of them is his own.
The strings sing deceivingly sweet melodies of loss, of longing.
He misses the feeling of the sun on his skin and the sound of laughter from his family, things that he will never have again.
He misses living.
Somewhere far away, he senses the warmth of happiness. It seeps through the cracks of unending darkness.
So he plays his violin at night, beckoning someone to find him.