Polaris
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"The stars were bright, lighting the path of a lost traveler.
Through the sandy dunes, the traveler walked, his footprints leaving a never-ending trail behind him.
He walked on and on, towards the starlight."
This is a short story that I made, a story that I came up with while staring at the night sky.
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