Francis By Lincoln

Stars flickered  in the sinister, silent night sky. Hovering cautiously over the pristine, clear lake was the bright moon lighting up the muddy path. The sky was mirrored by the moonlit lake. Emerald trees danced in the slow breeze. As silent as a mouse, the lake emitted a mellifluous aura of peace and calm. The moon was a beam of light sending an important warning whilst stalking the lustrous woodland. A row of light rose from the skyline as the moon started to vanish from the inky sky.

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