Dead of Night

Every night I strolled the same path, looking for him. The nights were getting colder. Even in the short time I was out, my fingers were aching from it, and I worried that he was frozen somewhere. I didn’t know where to begin to look…

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Written by Anne Stringer
Narrated by Heidi Jones
Music performed by Neil Stringer
Music composed by Greg Seaman
http://www.variantfrequencies.com

Copyright 2006 Rick Stringer and Anne Stringer
May 2006

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