The Man In The Cabin
The man dropped down on the cold hard floor of the old abandoned cabin. Footsteps come closer and closer. He was dirty, cold and wet. The wind howls outside and the rain beats down.
The wind died down and the rain stops. He listened to the tune that the bird sung. It was sweet and beautiful. A shine of light shot through the window above him.
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