One morning I decided to drive down the countryside and visit my mum and dad. Once there, the stars had already start to sparkle in the dark sky. I felt a slight cool breeze crawl up my back because I wasn't dressed properly for the counrtyside's chill. Despite the weather, it was an amusing evening. I hadn't been to my parents' house for quite some time.
After tea, I went to the upstairs floor to have my 'room of its own'. I drew the curtains wide open and started to gaze into the dark horizon. The skies seemed sad. The stars would come and go, therefore the clouds were running around. They ran and ran, such a sensual Tango dance, and suddenly a bright light twisted through the dance. How beautiful mother nature is, how just simply purely she lets herself be? I wondered... Suddenly it occured to me. Yes!, it occured to me that that light was the Star. That star followed me like a melody. It still does. Even though I'm not at my parents' house any more. But then again, I will always be, as long as there are stars in the sky, dancing the Tango with the clouds every cold and dark night.
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