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The only thing that makes the dark of night even darker, is a blanket of foliage from above, blocking any shard of moonlight. It was the kind of blinding darkness that left me fumbling each step, desperate for a soft patch to place each step, feverishly declining. Only the faint outlines of narrow stalks of trees were discernible. Anonymous pairs of eyes watched my every move, undetectable within the canopy of foliage. I found myself running…