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Aug 2020
It often seems to me that the night
       remains
richer and more vibrant than the day
I like many others do some of my best (and worst) thinking at night
Sometimes it's a thing of beauty
Sometimes it's my way, our way, out
Celia
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Celia  21/F/Fillory
(21/F/Fillory)   
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