I am only a boy in a city full of trees, but every night I journey. While the other children of the city lie asleep and dreaming, I travel through the blue moonlight or the hushed, severe dark if there is no moon. In the moonlight, our city looks like it was infused with a luminous powder from another world. Without the moon it is just a shabby darkness of houses and trees under the permanent haze of sky. There are no people and no cars in the night, but sometimes there is one car that slows down as it passes me by, as if checking me out...

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