I was thinking about a night it was a night like this or an evening sitting in the cave waiting for the next day the paintings on the walls were fading into invisibility as the light died and the candles cried out to be brought into play if I had been a painter I would have splattered a few words on to the walls but instead I chose to sit quietly at the mouth of the cave and stare into the night sky where the stars were hanging around as usual.

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