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It is hard to look at the light when the sun is rising and my shift is finally over.
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The golden flicker is finally home in your eyes, light waking up to its own glow.
It is hard to look at the light when the sun is rising and my shift is finally over.
The golden flicker is finally home in your eyes, light waking up to its own glow.
I remember how my dad used to squint just like that when he finally came home from work while the neighborhood was waking up.
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