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Early morning fingers clutching at the sill as I lay quiet, warm and still half awake yet wrapped in night not ready for the coming light which filters softly through the blind to **** my peaceful state of mind
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Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 8:38 AM UTC
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Early morning fingers clutching at the sill as I lay quiet, warm and still half awake yet wrapped in night not ready for the coming light which filters softly through the blind to **** my peaceful state of mind
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Feb 23, 2024
Feb 23, 2024 at 8:38 AM UTC
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