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Midnight black covered the sky. The yellow shine of the tiny stars above. The wind blows hard, as the leaves from trees fall. The dirt road under my feet. I walk along the deep green grass. The due drops had just formed. They look like the stars, twinkling, in the night, like candles guiding the way. As i walk on, the tear from my face falls on my hand. To only be followed by more.