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god, these mornings are so essential. i sit in my father's old armchair and wonder how all this time, i've slept through the drizzles of mist draped across the foliage, lit by the residue of moonlight and another emergence of ra, the egyptian solar deity who rides through the underworld each night, battling for the right to rise again each morning ( Read more... )

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