Aurora Borealis

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By Darkblade County

The Northern Lights, dancing spirits, find homes, in the sky. Melted candy on a dark sheet, a paintbrush leaving its best art on a nightly display, the colors of sunrise and sunset mixed, a phenomenon of colored display. It's like heaven's light shined on the frozen wasteland people call home, a sign of hope in dark times, that light exists, in darkest nights.

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