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Night fulfilled
in a racing heart. Colors wash quietly now in a sea of black, blue, and shades of
golden ochre. My brush can do no more this day, but still my eyes begin the dance of
ghostly visions of glowing suspicious forms. The voice of the night grows loud and
constant and wide. But for the life of the little things would we ever find wonder.
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