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Its About That Time (Fragments)

3:18 am blinks on the alarm clock. It’s about that time. When night tide recedes and morning tide rolls in. When everything is covered in a thin, translucent haze. The difference between sleep and wake is negligible. Abstraction bleeds into … Continue reading

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