✨ nighttime thoughts ✨
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Last published Fri, Jul 19, 2019
imagine this.
you work late at night and it's 2 AM in the morning. you're driving back home. the street is quiet. the sky is silent and filled with specks of bright stars. the moon is bright and shines down at the ground as you're driving, creating a tranquil glow. it's like you're the only person in the world awake. you turn on the radio and it tunes into soft instrumental music. you open the window and the warm summer air comes rushing in, making your hair fly gently. you take in the fresh air, and you start thinking. you think and think. it's like you're finally liberated.
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