Night

It is only when you finally reclaim the slow, languorous night hours.
That you realize how lonely they were to begin with.

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  1. Tangled up in blue...February 18, 2012 at 1:27 PM

    They do tend to make you feel like the only person in the world. But that thought's always made me feel better for some reason.

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