My life was an unending,... «Midnight Sun»

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  Tashiki

  20 апреля 2009•Видна всем

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  My life was an unending, unchanging midnight. It must, by necessity, always be midnight for me. So how was it possible that the sun was rising now, in the middle of my midnight?

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