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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.
Your eyelids flutter against the glare, but you refuse to blink because even this exhaustion is a victory against the dark.
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