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fandomtownies2014-01-11 10:42 am
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The Park, 8:22 PM through 8:39 PM, Saturday
Darkness and quiet had long since fallen over the park. It was evening, and the paths were lit with the usual array of streetlights. Such was the atmosphere that one might be excused for not noticing, at least at first, the aural presence of an invisible choir.
They sung quietly, their voices soothing and bright. At first the words they were singing were indecipherable, sounding like words, but not recognizable as such. Slowly syllables emerged, understandable to those who spoke the right language, until they were loud enough to pick out each in turn.
"Er zijn geliefden in de glorie
Wiens lieve gedaantenis u mist
Wanneer uw aards verhaal besluit
Zult u hen vinden in geluk?"
The words faded. The voices stayed. Until they, too, disappeared.
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They sung quietly, their voices soothing and bright. At first the words they were singing were indecipherable, sounding like words, but not recognizable as such. Slowly syllables emerged, understandable to those who spoke the right language, until they were loud enough to pick out each in turn.
Wiens lieve gedaantenis u mist
Wanneer uw aards verhaal besluit
Zult u hen vinden in geluk?"
The words faded. The voices stayed. Until they, too, disappeared.
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Then the final seven looking for the wee folk.
Well, at least he eventually worked out it might be magically related. He was still getting used to thinking that way.