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As the rain got thinner and I struggled to find some sleep, I would look up to the sky and be met with the most extraordinary spectacle: the sight of a million clear stars. Never have I seen such a sky: it was perfectly clear and every star could be seen with incredible precision. There was no light pollution to disturb the idea nor any other pollution to disturb the way. Nothing, the purest sky with the most amazing, unpolluted view of the stars. I decided to count them, in order to try to get to sleep (a lack of sheep, and fences for that matter, prevented me from using more traditional methods). After I got to star number 58, I lost track and decided that instead of chasing a sleep that was too elusive, I would just stare in amazement at the moving spectacle above me.
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Degrubenc2005-12-09 13:49:40
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As the rain got thinner and I struggled to find some sleep, I would look up to the sky and be met with the most extraordinary spectacle: the sight of a million clear stars. Never have I seen such a sky: it was perfectly clear and every star could be seen with incredible precision. There was no light pollution to disturb the idea nor any other pollution to disturb the way. Nothing, the purest sky with the most amazing, unpolluted view of the stars. I decided to count them, in order to try to get to sleep (a lack of sheep, and fences for that matter, prevented me from using more traditional methods). After I got to star number 58, I lost track and decided that instead of chasing a sleep that was too elusive, I would just stare in amazement at the moving spectacle above me.
We woke up painfully from our semi state of sleep on the morning of our second day in the steppes. Stinky seemed happy and well rested. I think he was the only one who had a fairly decent night's sleep. Snaily escaped the stench as soon as there was light outside and Bene barely slept
but kept the morale up by snoring loudly in an attempt to wake up Stinky. In the morning we awoke, cold and ill rested, to find ourselves surrounded by a pack of proud wild horses coming to drink at the lake: quite a splendid view indeed. The only slight hitch, as we sound found out, was that our own horses had, in the mean time, disappeared, probably traumatized by the resounding snores coming from Bene (or the stink of Stinky but I expect that after 10 years of cohabitation they are used to it). Stinky went running around in a panic while we tried to get a few restoring breaths of fresh air. The idea of breakfast was quickly dismissed as Stinky (who by that time had found the horses, somewhere or the other) proposed to cook us something special. Camp was folded away and we charged the horses and got slowly moving. Stinky was in a good mood, we were all a bit grumpy but happy to
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