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The Brilliance of the Night
The brilliance of the night can not be described; It can not be explained; it must be experienced. It is like the twinkle in the eyes of a first love. The glare of colors after the light has come up over the trees in the early dawn. It passes and fades, as all things must; the hearts no longer flow as one; the sky now plain and dull as it will become. These times would not be worth enduring without the magic of these memories. |