I see shining lights. Gold hanging from the shop windows. Just floating in the chilly night air, every bulb lighing holding it's own. All along the street, you could see the happiness of the coming season. The walking children and their parents stopped for a second and gave the opposite side of the street a sigh. It halted my thoughts, and for a second all I could think about was the golden lights and the people who hung them. Christmas was there. The golden lights said so.
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