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May 2013
the streets are wet & shining with the lights of the cars.

it was quiet.
;thoughts were too loud.

The only noise that is barely audible is the light sound of drizzle.

The air has a bit of chill in it.
its dark.
but everything is still visible.

in the distance, you can only make out silhouettes;
shadows of people prowling through the streets.

you look up at the sky, viewing all the stars.
Watching the grey clouds glide over the moons light.
Caela Elizabeth
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Caela Elizabeth  Coast of Maine
(Coast of Maine)   
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   Dark Angel
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