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Monday, April 14, 2008

Everything else slumbers; but the quiet of the night is when I awake to sit still and try to remember who I am. I see a glimpse of that man and embrace the world, flying across the universe to return once more into solitude. To be alone high among the stars glimpsing creation and be the first person on the earth till the dawn breaks and the world awakes and I am reborn...till the night calls again.