Every night, at exactly the stroke of midnight, they appeared-the dancers. Skirts flying, they seemed to float as they became part of the music which appeared from-where? Jason had heard the stories, he'd laughed at them -but here they were. He stared, mesmerized, as still as a cat standing starkly on a moonlit night. So engrossed that he didn't see the shadows in the trees.....where they people?
Every night, at exactly the stroke of midnight, they appeared-the dancers. Skirts flying, they seemed to float as they became part of the music which appeared from-where? Jason had heard the stories, he'd laughed at them -but here they were. He stared, mesmerized, as still as a cat standing starkly on a moonlit night.
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