It was a cold winter night. The snow was piling up. The scene was beautiful, but lonely. The world was quiet. As much as I enjoyed the snow falling and the dark night sky full of stars, I could still feel my fingers growing numb in the cold. My breath formed small white clouds as the heat in my breath was dispersed into the empty darkness.
As I huddled together alone. I looked at the stars in the night sky. They must be so warm. They were just huge balls of energy. Even so, like me they were alone in the vast expanse of the universe. But tonight, a light streaked across the sky, as if there was someone travelling to say hi to all those lonely stars. It was a shooting star. I closed my eyes and wished for a visitor, my own, in my lonely world.
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