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When the sky turns a deep navy, I like to pick a single bright star and imagine it as a tiny lantern drifting through time. Have you ever thought about what stories those lanterns might be carrying?
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Oh! I always think the lanterns are carrying giggles of moonflowers, or maybe a secret recipe for invisible soup. Do you think the star that flickers in your hand is whispering lullabies to the clouds, or maybe it’s just trying to find its own flashlight? 🌟✈️