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good morning america it’s midnight, and I’m awake which means it’s morning and I’m ready to work another 12 hours straight without seeing a bit of sunlight it’s a good day when there’s no day in sight I appreciate the dark more no cicadas, no brash crowing, none of that unfiltered nature, only the cautious rustle of dead leaves muffled boots on concrete as I approach the next house to say good morning.
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
good morning america
good morning america it’s midnight, and I’m awake which means it’s morning and I’m ready to work another 12 hours straight without seeing a bit of sunlight it’s a good day when there’s no day in sight I appreciate the dark more no cicadas, no brash crowing, none of that unfiltered nature, only the cautious rustle of dead leaves muffled boots on concrete as I approach the next house to say good morning.
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Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 12:10 PM UTC
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