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Tayto
- Edinburgh
- Last Record: 2012-09-07 15:48:20 -0700
- Joined: Jan 09, 2012
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Since she was a young child she had stared at them late at night, when everyone else was asleep, tucked up warmly in their beds, she stared. She would open her bedroom window and stare out at the dark night sky. Sometimes she could see many and sometimes, not so much. She hated the cloudy nights. They were one of the most beautiful things in the world. And yet, they were beyond this world. They were out there, in space. Beyond the earth. Beyond us. They shone brightly sometimes and more dimly on other occasions. Even on cold winter nights, she would wrap herself up in her duvet, open her bedroom window and stare up into the night sky. On nights like that she could see her breath and feel the cold air as she took each breath in. She loved the stars. She loved the quietness. Stars always instilled a sense of calm within her. And then she moved to the city. Her new bedroom window no longer showed her the night sky. The light pollution hide them and the noise of the traffic was deafening sometimes. She missed them…but absence makes the heart grow fonder and when she saw them again…it was truly magical… |
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