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He stares out of the window until dawn peeks over the horizon, the sky turning a pale blue and the color slowly bleeding back into everything.
- vineyard fic
Sleep. Remind me why I need it again when I write best when I've been awake for sixteen hours? I have inspiration for vineyard fic now. Hallelujah. Someone break out the champagne and cocktail wieners.
I think I need to stop writing AU's. And Jinda. But this is the first time my muse has returned in the past few days. I'm not complaining.
Twelve days. Then I am back to school.