From a bright round orb, the moon had now transformed into a thin crescent shape. It looked just like the night sky had on a pale and narrow smile. As the moon faded into the darkness, it's final few moonbeams disappearing behind the clouds, the little boy knew his time was up. He stood up, climbed off the roof and head back inside. We leave when the moment is over, but deep inside we will always wait for such moments hoping that someday they will return.
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