A walk

It was a beautiful night, shining from brilliance of the stars and dazzling city lights; soothingly cold.

He walked slowly, taking one step at a time, as if to appreciate the tranquil. A fine breeze swirled. He looked up. It was hunger and not serenity that kept him awake.

He could not choose but walk.

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