Perhaps it was the strange fluttering of the fireflies that kept me where I was. Maybe it was the star-riddled skies that had kept me in a position on the lush green grass. Whatever it is, I haven't a clue. What really mattered was the intoxicating beauty that surrounded the atmosphere; and the radiant moonlight too, of course.
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