I look over the city as it sleeps, so peacefully. People sneak around in the silence, which masks the town. Street lights reflect off shop windows and parked cars; darkness differs in confidence, as here it boasts its domination over the street, yet over there it is shooed into the crevices by the overwhelming neon lettering that spells out ‘OPEN’, and though flickering it still demands attention. There is a modest church hidden between two pretentious office buildings, in daylight the church is overshadowed by the extravagance glaring upon it from the almost palace-like buildings. A few raindrops fall on the empty pavements, slowly but surely painting it in moisture. A tall gentleman treads homeward, with the look of contentment upon his face; a beggar confronts him abruptly and asks him if he can spare any change, the man throws down a few coins and continues on his way. The moon peers down at a fox scurrying through a parking lot in its glorious orange fur, crawling through small passages and knocking over trash cans. A young couple holding hands and gazing into each others eyes, sit gracefully on a bench as he describes his deep emotions. Starts twinkle ever so elegantly over the picturesque park as dawn approaches. I look over the city as it wake

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