by lindentrees
Nights like these, when the sky doesn't grow so dull, make me wonder.
It reminds me of being young and getting to stay out just a little later, because the street lights haven't come on.
So they make me a little sad, because now it doesn't matter when dusk falls,
I can come home whatever shade of the sky.
Whatever hour of the night.
Whatever.
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