The whole night had been filled with breath and a string of chaotic dreams; all the while, the earth rotates ever so slowly beneath the bed, ever closer towards the sun.
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The whole night had been filled with breath and a string of chaotic dreams; all the while, the earth rotates ever so slowly beneath the bed, ever closer towards the sun.
and there are wildfires quarreling with snowstorms, questionable trick-or-treating and an election moments away.
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I wonder if more dog owners buy tennis balls than players,
or if we just find stray ones on courts and in garages.
This simple line blew my mind.