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"Strange fruit hanging," Marie crooned softly. She had been sitting on the edge of the pier outside of her shack, leaning up against a wooden post. One of her legs swung freely down below, her toes skating across the tip of water to the beat of her song. "From the poplar trees." How peaceful the evening had been. From where Marie was sitting she could look down the water as far as her eyes could see, and how the water had been so calm, so still. What was left of the sun rays shone right back up the water towards her, bathing her in an orange light. The grasses on the banks had swayed with the gentle evening wind, it seemed that most of the creatures had taken their leave for the night, and Marie had wished it could stay like this forever.
"Pastoral scene of the gallant south," There was a small pressure on her lap as Baby adjusted himself. Marie smiled down at him, running her hands along the toughness of his skin as if he were a cat instead of a crocodile until he was finally at rest, and he too could enjoy the serenity. "The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth..."
"Strange fruit hanging," Marie crooned softly. She had been sitting on the edge of the pier outside of her shack, leaning up against a wooden post. One of her legs swung freely down below, her toes skating across the tip of water to the beat of her song. "From the poplar trees." How peaceful the evening had been. From where Marie was sitting she could look down the water as far as her eyes could see, and how the water had been so calm, so still. What was left of the sun rays shone right back up the water towards her, bathing her in an orange light. The grasses on the banks had swayed with the gentle evening wind, it seemed that most of the creatures had taken their leave for the night, and Marie had wished it could stay like this forever.
"Pastoral scene of the gallant south," There was a small pressure on her lap as Baby adjusted himself. Marie smiled down at him, running her hands along the toughness of his skin as if he were a cat instead of a crocodile until he was finally at rest, and he too could enjoy the serenity. "The bulging eyes and the twisted mouth..."