Spring may poke its nose into day's business, but by dark, winter yet prevails. All the moonless night, there was midnight blue, expansive with a glittering array of stars. Now, the deep hours having passed, the sound of cars is louder than the sighing wind that shivers the trees. I ask that neither disturb my badly needed sleep.
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Computers Are the New Wasteland
Spring may poke its nose into day's business, but by dark, winter yet prevails. All the moonless night, there was midnight blue, expansive with a glittering array of stars. Now, the deep hours having passed, the sound of cars is louder than the sighing wind that shivers the trees. I ask that neither disturb my badly needed sleep.
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