30 Day Writing Challenge: Day Twenty-three

Describe a truly spiritual moment in your life.

I suppose any time I go for a walk late at night and there's no one on the street with me. I can look up and see the stars clearly and just talk. About anything. Life, death, friends, family, troubles, problems, happy things. I can ask questions, tell stories, jokes, random words. And when I'm done, usually a wind breezes past me, letting me know someone was listening.

--Cassy

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