Light.

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It is currently 12:23 am, and the shadows of the trees are darker than the skies themselves.

The skies are light and show very pale colors.

I like to open my blinds on nights like these.
To admire them.
The sky, the neighborhood, my thoughts.

And when I wake up,
the sun is pouring into my window,
showing no sign of the light
night before.

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