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the streetlight outside my door stops not at illuminating the lane below, but also contrives to send, a thin beam of yellow light through a hitherto unknown cleft, and into my room, disturbing further, my already disturbed sleep.
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
Yellow
the streetlight outside my door stops not at illuminating the lane below, but also contrives to send, a thin beam of yellow light through a hitherto unknown cleft, and into my room, disturbing further, my already disturbed sleep.
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May 22, 2013
May 22, 2013 at 4:05 PM UTC
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