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In a second, the sky had returned to its former state, without even a hint that such a phenomenon
had occurred. The moonlight shone softly on the rocks at my feet and I grabbed my dusty backpack
from the ground. I slung it over my shoulder as I lifted my bike off the ground and swung myself onto
the faded vinyl seat. My heart was thumping in my chest – I needed to get back and develop this
photo. I stepped onto my bike and peddled hard into dim night, towards the sleeping town of Miles.