In the style of Fitzgerald, as requested by me ever-wonderful English teacher. Bleh

Instead of taking the direct route back to her home we went long down the scenic driveway and under the starlight skies. With the soft babble of conversation A____ was pointing out the constellations or the shadow of the Milky Way, noticing the grounds, the wild-grown lay of the land with its sweet honeysuckle overflowing with sugar and the pale cool sensation of the morning dew. It was strange to stand in such a forgotten place and hear no sound of cars rushing from point A to point B, and see not the sodium lights brandishing their harsh yellow glow.

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