I whispered in the dark to no one in particular, while shadows whisked through the summer breeze. A glance off to the distance shown a light dancing cautiously between the moon & ground. I sat up anxiously and billowed up the stairs & out in to the cool stillness of an August Michigan predawn. I stood frozen, emotions eclipsed by the fact that I was so drawn to the object in the sky.
What is that?
(Tune in tomorrow for paragraph two)
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