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I liked the coming darkness
The way it creeps up
Enclosing you
Wrapping you like a blanket
Lights shine in the distance
The mood overhead
You sit there waiting
For something to stir.

An animal scurrying along
An owl hooting somewhere not too far off
And two teenage girls sitting on top of the world
Telling their stories of vacations
Talking about everything they can
Waiting to get wrapped into that dark blue blanket.