The way the trees were illuminated by the orange glow of the sun,
the way the pavement clung to the curves of the earth,
the way the brick houses reached towards the sky,
knowing that there was nothing above them for hundreds or thousands
of miles.
The way the sun slipped under the earth,
the way the moon crept into the sky,
the way the light faded to dark,
signaling the flight
of the night creatures.
Tomorrow is my birthday
and I wish that every day moving forward
will be more beautiful than the last.
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