It is the quiet of the night, millions of diamonds thrown in the dark sky, a twinkling canopy for the dancing trees. I can not sleep. The waterfall of wonderings wash through my head, the questions of the ages honed and clear. I try to take your place, to be your thoughts and fears. There is a certain loneliness to living none can escape. A striving to be brave in the face of so many unknowns our hearts are broken. If you watch long enough, the diamonds will arc through the sky toward something we can never know, much less remember. I wonder what it would be to last forever, a diamond bright star in the quiet of the night.
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