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The nights
I wish it were a quiet moonlit night and I was looking at the stars (or Mars!!) through the interwining fingers of whopping yew trees. And I wish I were sitting in this babbling stream, so i could feel the cool pebbles between my toes and the water gently lapping around me. And there would be crates of chilled litchi juice (make that beer, if u want!!) floating next to me. And I would sit there, and sit there, and sit there till the stars finally settled in their cloudy beds.
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