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It is that in-between place, between dusk and dark, dark and dawn, when the streetlamps are suddenly uncertain, on the edge of change. You have slept so long, that waking in this moment, you too, are uncertain which way the light is traveling.

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tomatkins1955

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tomatkins1955

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Jan 28, 2021

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Where we are as a nation, I think. Where I am after a long two years of fighting cancer.

Tom

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