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yellow light, yellow like daybreak, butter, burnt ochre—

paint caked on the end of the tube.

rich velvet sky beyond broken shades, eternal fireflies gleaming radiant above the stratosphere

eyelids droop and pages turn

quiet like wind outside or cricket song or low-level buzz of the noise machine

there is nothing else so silent

as the midnight hour

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