Dark Summer Night.

Another Fifty Word.

And I cannot see the hills for they are blanketed in opaque mist; real things in the darkness are no realer than illusions.

And my sighs fall sweet onto the heavy summer air, for I feel as though you have been away a lifetime.

And, I confess it; all night until dawn, I yearn for you.

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