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Dawned, Dreamed, Dusked
transitioning into and out of night is a special thing i try to grasp in mid-flight, the slow and colorful waxing & waning of both consciousness and light, a time when things stop reflecting out and start holding in, glowing, fading, humming. gripping onto tired laughs, phosphorescent cliffs, a lukewarm ghost, secret habits, moonful and moonless company. a street light turns on when it is still light out. a time when we experience things not only through growing darkness, but also within the light clinging onto them, and through our own tiredness, our shivers, our drunkenness, our readiness to dream, to witching, to be porous and scared -  to become our very own embodiment of the night.

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