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In the small hours of the night, the moon was bright and ready. Something was waiting to be born— a vision or more than a vision— hope wearing sunglasses. There are travelers and then there are travelers who return. Some stay behind the moon-- no sunglasses. And me, I just sit here waiting for the next episode, wanting nothing special, no commercials to mute, no reruns to ignore.
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