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Aug 2017
The mind wanders when one can't sleep.
Night sounds crescendo to shooting stars.
Dreamscapes under sheets are put on hold.
Lights twinkle from ocassional bridge traffic.
All because of a late cup of coffee and some girl time.
Can't seem to sleep so here I am like I don't write enough LOL
Star BG
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Star BG  66/F/New York
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