I decided I needed to do some shopping at 5pm. It was getting dark, the sun already hid beneath the horizon. The sky was so beautiful... and then it stroke me, like lightning, the creativity overwhelmed me that I started writing feverishly, without stopping my pace, only watching out so the cars wouldn't hit me. And I wrote until I came to the top of the hill. And I looked at the beauty, once more I felt the urge to write.
The night, in its darkness, strokes my soul to greatness... the only time when I can smile, because of true happiness and not some joke thereof...
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