The night I met Aphrodite

It was a beautiful night, and on nights like that; when everything is perfectly steady; stars and moon and air, It all becomes plain and you just end up feeling things beyond usual.
Something is always fanciful in the way night falls. There is no mannerism about it, no pretending, No crazy racket...
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