And the last I see of them are stars on the
morning sky and a couple of lights dancing, fading away. My home welcomes me
with open arms that I would never un-see.
A soft murmur of music while I hear the last of
their voices, their laughs. The tense atmosphere between my friends it’s an
implicit farewell that none of us is going to dare to speak.
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