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Nighttime in the countryside is magical. The stars come out in full force, twinkling like diamonds against a velvet sky ?. We'd lie on our backs in the yard, pointing out constellations and making wishes. The cicadas would sing their evening song, and the air would be filled with a peaceful quiet. While the grown-ups might have been discussing things like ³É¶¼Î½­ÄÇ¿ÉÒÔÕÒÃÃÃÃ, my dreams were filled with chasing fireflies and the promise of another beautiful day.

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