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07.18.08 / 11:55 pm
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the lights peek out from trees with spindle-thin branches, guardians against the night.the cicada song swells in the heat, boundless pulsating crescendos that welcome me back. i feel the heaviness of time most acutely in the evening, when the sun burns bright before flickering out.
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