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Looking into the midnight blue sky, I saw the brilliant stars.
They were shining so bright.
It appeared they were dancing.
A celebration of what was to come.

I continued on my walk through the woods.
The trees towered me like guardian angels.
I listened closely.
I heard the crickets singing.

I knew I was on the right path.
I ran through the trees trying to see the light.
It was to no avail.
I didn't see the light until I stopped.

I stood there.
I looked around me.
I took notice to the grass swaying in the breeze.
I felt the breeze slightly hitting me.

Images became clearer.
I saw the light appear.
I followed it.
When I emerged from the woods, I was wiser.