It's nearly 1 A.M. I stand on my balcony in the cold, writing in what dim light I have from the street lights below. The air is cool, clean, crisp . . .
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It's nearly 1 A.M. I stand on my balcony in the cold, writing in what dim light I have from the street lights below. The air is cool, clean, crisp . . .
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