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I often find I do my best writing (read: "only good writing", the rest is trite) late at night. I'm not saying that this is some kind of masterpiece or anything, but I think it encapsulates exactly why I prefer the night. I can be penniless after a night out. I can have had a terribly miserable day.
But if I can sit in my garden for an hour or two at night and see the vast expanses of the dark night sky, painted with strokes and specks of blazing light, everything else fades into insignificance.
But if I can sit in my garden for an hour or two at night and see the vast expanses of the dark night sky, painted with strokes and specks of blazing light, everything else fades into insignificance.
Eyes up,
Neck bent.
Doesn't matter
Money's spent.
Clear sky,
Stars shine.
Moon's out,
All's fine.
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