| say something. The sky was a dark black. The moon was the whitest of silver, around from a great distance was an almost faint, cloudy light. It surrounded the moon in a perfect circle. It looked like a giant caucer. A caucer from far away, that was too big to land on the moon. Surely, their must have been a logical explanation for it. Or maybe their isn't? no, that cannot possibly be. Whatever the case, it sure was beautiful. So quiet, so still, so magnificent. It was almost like a big sign, calling out to me, telling me that I will be alright.
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