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| The moon; It shines so bright as the sun's reflection. It fills the air and coats the ground with magnificence I stare into the sky and wonder endlessly. There is a facination in the stars. When you look at them, do you see what I see? There is something so secure in my passion for the world. I wonder sometimes if you could feel my joy. I could only hope. |
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