Night

Night falls. Rustling trees whisper her arrival. Stealthily, she creeps over the earth, Flinging her cloak of darkness over the Sky. Punching star-holes in a tent of black, Polishing the moon to a silver shine, Until the sun's glowing rays Prod her on.

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