The night-time has ears which seem to hear everything.
It’s eyes see each object, each detail, illuminated in the absolute darkness.
Still air touches everywhere, it’s hands delicate, cold, and human.
The night-time has ears which seem to hear everything.
It’s eyes see each object, each detail, illuminated in the absolute darkness.
Still air touches everywhere, it’s hands delicate, cold, and human.
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Scott McGinn 