Night Light

There’s a glowing between the leaves on the old oak tree, and he finds it more beautiful than the sun, because it doesn’t hurt his eyes to look at this light. And, like all precious things, it should never be bought or sold, but rather stolen in order to give it the respect it deserves.

So he steals it, and he considers it his greatest achievement of all time.

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