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on the night

It is in this hour,

as the exposure of day gives way to the intimacy of dark,

when all plans cease to matter

and the very air relaxes from reverberations of days clutter.

darkness smooths out the bumps of light,

softening annoyances

and lending much needed contrast to things that matter most.

We behave truest in our darkest hour

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matthew-david-kispert
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Feb 4, 2010
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