Me.
A Quiet Night.
Sunday, January 27, 2008
It is exactly so, as I type this entry. My only company is the whirring of the fan above me - not a star in the sky, and even the moon eludes my sight.
Ah, to grasp the silence and serenity of the still night. How beautiful! How beautiful...
Edit!: Removed whatever crap I originally typed down. Whoop whoop.
Till the next time.
Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 3:04 AM
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