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Poetry

For some reason, I really like this:

Mind you, there is something that is still so mysterious about a night where everything is black; it's so completely anonymous. You break the tranquility with your foot steps, disturb for a moment the natural quiet of the night, and, as you pass, the starless sky swallows the dark landscape behind you again as if you had never been there...