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Whenever the sky has a slighty purple, pastel blue colour, right before it gets dark and the pale rosy white moon is showing off it's beauty, she misses home. She misses putting on old pants and the oversize pullover, maybe a scarf if it's windy. Her hometown is a windy place. Where she lived, everything is green and people are friendly. But when the sun goes down, she and her old clothes go out for a ride on the bike to breath that fresh, dewy night air. To dream and cry. Where she comes from, it isn't black at night, but has a navy blue sky, navy blue streets, a shining moon and cold white street lights and dark dark almost black but still green and friendly trees. The houses are beautiful with big windows and nice architecture. ....How badly she wants to take a ride there.... How badly