April 16th 2016

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weariness—
····before the sun sets, the moon already
········rising
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Me, who loves owling past midnight, will wake at daybreak no matter what. The weariness. While my daughter played with a friend in the sands of the White River, I fell asleep on an island of smooth rock.
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162 April 16th 2016 | bottlecap

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