"i wish the sky would rain down roses, as they rain from off the shaken bush. why will it not?"
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where i live, it is dark at seven or eight in the evening, the moon appears several hours later, and shines half-heartedly in a starless sky. but night comes ablaze with the glare of vehicle headlights and streetlights and lighted rooms in houses made of bricks and cement. here, darkness prevails in the presence of light and it is extravagant, a sight i choose to remember with something more than wonder and fascination.
