It's dark out, allmost midnight.
I walk alone, where the trees feel at home and the earth is queen of it all, wondering where my shadow went.
Unable to find it, because of the lack of light, I resign the urge to feel accompanied and I learn about the night around me.
The full moon is casting my first shadow since the sun went down, and with it's glow teaches me about the true nature of things. The moon is old and wise, and knows it all.
I looked at it, and payed close attention.
Then I knelt down, and listened to it's song.
It was beautifull, but full of sorrow.
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