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Lara's POV
The night was a special kind of blackness, the kind that wants only to hold the stars and help them to shine all the brighter.
When the night comes, look heavenward and be willing to see that the stars still shine; for the dawn will come.
In the serenade of the black, the stars are a choir; they are lights that sing in infinite patterns. Sometimes eyes need music, and the darker the night the sweeter the song.
The cloudy night is a million promise-notes of heaven's rain, each of them in graphite g
