It was a sight to be seen. This shiny streak of light, ripping through the darkness, was a work of art. Around him some followed with awe and others gazed at this acknowledgement from higher powers. A few others found it a sign of hope, good things to come.
The bright trail of light ended where it had started ... into the darkness. He realized he was indifferent to the commotion around him. For him this was just another shooting star. A piece of rock self-destructing in its quest to hit the surface. Just another shooting star.
The bright trail of light ended where it had started ... into the darkness. He realized he was indifferent to the commotion around him. For him this was just another shooting star. A piece of rock self-destructing in its quest to hit the surface. Just another shooting star.
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