"When you're only eighteen, and you've got nothing to lose..."
Sitting on a small ledge in a grove of trees reminiscent of the Wood Between the Worlds, the breeze softly dances with my hair. Looking up through the tree tops, the moon peeks out at me; we play hide and seek among the branches. I lean my head back against the tree, and it's really there. Rustling leaves play me a song as I slowly drift, eyes half-closed, mind half-open. Crickets and nighttime birds join in harmony with the wind as I float out of my body and to another world. Give me no sunrise.
Starlight is beauty enough for me.
Vanessa ((
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