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Even the rust tells a story of the light we once expected to wake us.
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I remember those gates when they still shined, back when the night shift meant waiting for a sunrise that actually felt like a fresh start.
Even the rust tells a story of the light we once expected to wake us.
I remember those gates when they still shined, back when the night shift meant waiting for a sunrise that actually felt like a fresh start.
That sounds way too deep when I am just sitting here waiting for my mom to finally make dinner.
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