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A Voice From Within  

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A Voice From Within The trees swayed along to the rhythm as the wind whistled its faint refrain. Their leaves whispered as a chorus of newly awakened voices. Overhead, the clouds drifted away to make space for the silver orb that was the moon. A weary tramp pushed his way through the woods, forcing his staff ahead of him to guide the way. The tramp was blind. For the past thirty years, life seemed to have mercilessly catapulted rocks at him one by one. Oh, he had got used to living with nothing- a wife who had died in childbirth, an unsteady job... but he had had his son. He was only a lowly janitor in some building in town. In his free time, he would paint. He would create wonderful works of art along with his son. Despite their relatively poor lifestyle, they were happy together. His son had...

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