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I can't speak for all of us who wander during the night. The adventurer who explores hidden cities The Thoreau who finds peace in the unconfined parts of nature The worm, who buries himself deep into the worlds and lives of books The ones searching for something grasping out into the dark I cannot speak for all of us who wander but for some the act of getting lost is the act of getting found and only under the veil of night can we explore cities worlds and ourselves
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
Night Wanderers
I can't speak for all of us who wander during the night. The adventurer who explores hidden cities The Thoreau who finds peace in the unconfined parts of nature The worm, who buries himself deep into the worlds and lives of books The ones searching for something grasping out into the dark I cannot speak for all of us who wander but for some the act of getting lost is the act of getting found and only under the veil of night can we explore cities worlds and ourselves
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Sep 16, 2013
Sep 16, 2013 at 2:21 AM UTC
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