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The sun has set, but there’s just enough light left in the sky to give the world a sepia filter. Light without the sun is eerie, like we are caught in between two days. And maybe that’s what my life is right now. A mystic dusk. Not quite day and not yet night; just stuck in the middle.
Our own torment blinds us from seeing the torment of others.
“We’re all a mess, but the trick is to find someone who thinks your mess is a masterpiece.
