So the morning was pleasant and the afternoon was bright and serene and the daylight was gone before I knew it. But then the nights are so short when you wake up before nine o'clock in the morning. What can I do with this tattered end of the day? Nothing. Nothing but this. The journal, like some stray beast wandering into the yard at my bedtime, gets hasty scraps.
Scraps
So the morning was pleasant and the afternoon was bright and serene and the daylight was gone before I knew it. But then the nights are so short when you wake up before nine o'clock in the morning. What can I do with this tattered end of the day? Nothing. Nothing but this. The journal, like some stray beast wandering into the yard at my bedtime, gets hasty scraps.
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