I can't see the Northern Lights from here. When I could see them, they sometimes made me lonely because there was no one there to see them with me. Lonelier than that, however, was the way it felt seeing them with someone who didn't experience them the way I did. What was pretty close to perfect were the moments when there was nothing but the cold air, the eternal night sky, and those crackling beautiful ribbons of shimmering light and me forgetting myself entirely. Remember those.
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