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Late at Night
Anna, Age 14, Commack, NY

It's late at night.
I open my eyes and look around.
I see the stars and the dark sky.
I feel the crisp, fresh air coming through my opened window.
The sky is so beautiful; the stars are so bright.
I think how it is great to be alive.
The full moon looks like a human face looking down at me from above.
I observe every star and think how beautiful they are.
I wish I could be a star looking down at people from above;
I would laugh at their mistakes and think how silly they sometimes are.
However, I am not a star and that's okay.
I have my own life and that's still great!

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