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Post by Lord Greevon on Mar 21, 2010 2:54:59 GMT -5
The light is being reflected back to the earth's surface by the thick clouds. The night sky is illuminated in a dim shade of indigo. Why is it that not all nights can be so beautiful? The usual blackness that envelops the earth during night is absent and the wind carries a faint smell of rain that is known very well by my senses. The cold currents of air batter my coat but I am warmed by the marvels of such a magnificent feat of nature. The euphoria ends when I feel the cold tinge of a metal blade being plunged into my neck. The darkness that I am used to seeing swallow up the earth after the sun sets begins to cloud my eyes.
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