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You find yourself at the old bus stop. A light breeze is blowing and you feel the warmth of the afternoon sun on your skin.
A beautiful girl is sitting in the big antique chair that someone dragged here years ago. She's singing and practicing her guitar. Or is she playing for you?
You're not sure if she has noticed you, but it's better not to distract her or she might stop.
You lean against the cool supports of the bus stop and take a closer look at her. The archery outfit suits her very well, but you don't see a bow anywhere. Hmm, is there even an archery club in this town?
In any case, you decide to just enjoy the fleeting moment. Immersed in the harmonies, you watch tiny dust particles dance around in the air, illuminated by the sunlight. It's almost like magic.
You only hope that that bus won't come too soon.
