Midnight Fireworks

I woke at midnight to fireworks ringing in the new year. Here we hear the constant crashing of waves on the beach. As I lay awake to the lulling sound of the waves I heard the pattering of raindrops joining in the concert of nature. From the open sky in my bathroom stars were twinkling and the moon shone brightly.

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