| http://www.w3.org/ns/prov#value | - Right above our heads though was a patch of brave stars that dared to shine, and as I sat in one of her patio chairs (which happened to be slightly wet) I gazed at everything that was happening around me-the lightning, the stars, the silence of night interrupted by my debatably insane friend Zoe who hollered and danced next to the black light, and sarah who professionally flicked paint all over he
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