Silent blows across the bridge... No howling winds clawing at the window panes... No footsteps along the corridor... The night sleeps so silently today... There, in me a yearning spur... to gaze at a night sky bursting with twinkling stars bright and dim, big and tiny, in the distant... to gaze and marvel at the aurora with tones of red shadings dancing from electric red to glowing purple and turquoise, crimson to burgundy... in the icy veils of midnight galaxy... waves lapping on the shore, the rhythm of the sea in the far distant... me, laying on soft shadows of the meadow... sniffing the grassy smell while staring at the spectacular wonder above the open space....
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