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It was a beautiful night. Millions of tiny, shining lights illuminated the inky sky, decorating it as the pearl necklace is gracing a neck of the beautiful woman. The moon was high above in all its glory, forming a sparkling path in the stream of water which flowed underneath the old bridge, which witnessed a lot of stories during the long period of its existence- good and bad ones, petrifying and heart-warming, finished or incomplete. Too bad, this beautiful view was obscured by thick fog floating around the bridge and the riverbanks, making the woman resting on the concrete railing unable to see the wonder of the night sky. Her arms we