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Nov 2014
Tonight is a beautiful night. The stars and the beautiful reflections of street lights on the lake have spoken to me. Even during the darkest hour, there is light.  There are the stars that look down upon us...and the ones you see when you walk down the road. This world is full of wonders, and we don't notice it as much as we should. Every moment is significant. Every death is designed. Every tear is destined. We are the essence of this world,  and it is up to us to be the stars that shine above...or the street lights that reflect on the lake...because maybe tomorrow, or next week, or ten years from now...there will no longer be stars, or street lights...or us. Make this moment count and cherish it with your heart and soul. Tomorrow may never exist. I love you so much, forever and always, even in the darkest hour.
I wrote this for my parents!
Rayna Quaresma
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Rayna Quaresma  Florida
(Florida)   
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