Words

Sunday, February 2



"Night air has the strangest flavor, space to breathe it, time to savor.
All that night air has to lend me. Till the morning makes me angry"

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  1. You know how sometimes you read something and you kind of fall in love with it but don't know why - like there is just something about it? You just read it over and over until you realise you've just spent eight minutes reading the same thing? Well that was like me and the first line. Thank you for sharing!

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