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What to do at 3:45am when sleep cannot be found? It's you, a couch and a sleeping bag. It's you and your memories from a foreign land. It's you and God listening to the air condition roll, waiting for a new day.
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
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What to do at 3:45am when sleep cannot be found? It's you, a couch and a sleeping bag. It's you and your memories from a foreign land. It's you and God listening to the air condition roll, waiting for a new day.
sarah-moseley
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Apr 24, 2013
Apr 24, 2013 at 12:12 PM UTC
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