Hey Internet Friends,
This is something I wrote quite a while ago when I couldn't sleep. I hope you like it. Feel free to give me any comments (positive or negative) about what you think and how I could improve it.
Love and Hugs,
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Late at night she gazes through the
window, marvelling at the beauty speckled in the sky. They appear
dainty, delicate and dazzling but are really giant, burning, masses of
gas. Safe: the feeling she gets as she surveys the night sky above her.
People say we are all made of stars. She loves the idea of this; the
fact we're all created from something of beauty. Perchance it represents
the good in everyone, the belief that everyone has the power to be
happy, pleasant and caring. Maybe it's the reason why she feels at home
whenever she sees the jewels in the sky. Or perhaps it's just a nice
thought that fills her with hope.
Either way, the night sky is a magical mystery that hold so many hopes and dreams.
