* under the Milky Way *

Darkness, neither the moon, nor a single star could get through the clouds on this night. It was pitch-black, but yet, there was a light, shimmering faint from a distant horizon. A bonfire sizzling and crackling, orange and red flames dancing under the cover of the night.
Faint scent of wet grass hung in the air over the fragrance of the fume.
It was quite except of the low voice singing in the loneliness, drowning the sounds of the fire.
A girl was sitting in the grass, playing on a guitar, singing under the Milky Way.

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*end*

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