A flash in the sky formed a white streak in the dark of the night sky. Karen gazed upward from the slit of her tent, her view composed of stars that twinkled and the tail of the comet. The comet's tail reflected in the lake, an image that rippled with the undulating currents on the water.
She nudged Bill to try to wake him, for him to share the moment. But like the flash, it was gone and he gave a snort and went back to sleep.
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