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I wake up early on November mornings. I wake up when it's so quiet that I feel like I have a hole in my head. And I have these lines on my ankle from the funny way that I sleep. I know that soon the sun will rise and there will be the birds and traffic and noises. But right now I think about how cold it will be when I stick my feet out and when ( Read more... )

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