Anonymity

 February 2014

She lived in a place where night lasted forever and the sunrise never came. But sometime, if she squinted long enough, she could transcend into a glimpse, or perhaps a shimmer, of the hope the stars brought. She yearned for the comfort and sacred intimacy the night brought, for it opened her mind to a galaxy where dreams, wishes, and love were an ever-attainable reality. She wished often that her name would be remembered. But now, surrendered to the anonymity of the night, she tried to forget it. 

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