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the night sky looked upon by her weary eyes. desperate to find a sign yet anxious to  fall into sleep. a deep sleep. for in which she was ever so weak. she found a steep hill to rest. laid what she had left of a sweater across her chest and starred out unto the moon. for the moon was not white yet a grayish blue. big and round. sitting just a few inches from her. so she thought. she reached her hand out. perhaps she can touch. but her hand was left waving in the nights air. for the moon was not close enough. the wind sung her a tune that left her in a daze. and the trees watched over her. like they been doing for days. for she had no name. just known as a lost soul. terrified by the forest she wanders. not knowing that it is her home. the home she searches for. 



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