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3 a.m. poetry

2020 November 17th2009 December 9th

Night speaks a language of shadows and of the soul. 3 a.m. is poetry translatable only by the moon and stars.

—Terri Guillemets

Categories Nightstand Journal Tags infj, insomnia, moon, mystical, night, night: 3 am, poetry, quotes, soul, stars
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