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The world is a giant eye, staring back at the stars. When it tires, it closes its lids–just as I am doing now–and gives way to dreams, which is why the night is so much more mysterious than the day.
The world is a giant eye, staring back at the stars. When it tires, it closes its lids–just as I am doing now–and gives way to dreams, which is why the night is so much more mysterious than the day.
