This paragraph is very much me. Often times at night I would go sit outside by myself. I enjoyed looking at the stars and breathing in the fresh cool air...I still do.
Outside it's a blanket of darkness, and the breeze gently wraps it's self around me. The water trickles as the crickets chime in to the orchestra of sounds. The ground proves a restful spot, with leafs as a canopy and the stars are my silent song. The night air calls for me to remember old friends. It gently pulls out old stories with the mellifluous sounds, and the water brings dancing images from my head. The smell of fresh cut grass makes my heart burn for childhood, the time it was easy..before you had things to worry with. My mind wanders like the cat down the street and soon the warmth of the ground had lulled me to sleep.
Outside it's a blanket of darkness, and the breeze gently wraps it's self around me. The water trickles as the crickets chime in to the orchestra of sounds. The ground proves a restful spot, with leafs as a canopy and the stars are my silent song. The night air calls for me to remember old friends. It gently pulls out old stories with the mellifluous sounds, and the water brings dancing images from my head. The smell of fresh cut grass makes my heart burn for childhood, the time it was easy..before you had things to worry with. My mind wanders like the cat down the street and soon the warmth of the ground had lulled me to sleep.
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