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Friday slides under evenings blanket and snuggles up to the night. It's quiet, and the warm air brings rumours of traffic and trains. The clouds are crowded in, searching for the sun, and the earth spins slowly in an effort to shake them off.
Added @ 05:21 PM to Diary category on February 08, 2002