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of existence, even a shielding bran…quarter, since destruction grows weary of itself, too. Night is where minds seek more than shelter. In the face of the storm of existence, even a shielding branch needs a tree to hold onto, that tree, a whole world imagined, if its roots have any chance to dig deeper. Dusk inhales fading colors and exhales night’s first deep breath… Night is the world’s long yawn, s…
Hayden Moore
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