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Creatures of the Night...

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Let Me Love You. 

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Smokin' Aces...

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Take me there.

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Seeing is Believing...

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The Writing's on the Wall...

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Into the Wild...

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Sparkle & Fade...

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'In my family we've always found the world's air hard to breathe; we arrive hoping for somewhere better...You could say I lived too fast, and like a marathon runner collapsing because he failed to pace himself, like a suffocating astronaut who danced too merrily on the Moon, in my overheated years I used up a full lifespan's air supply...I am what breathes. I am what began long ago with an exhaled cry, what will conclude when a glass held to my lips remains clear. It is not thinking that makes us so, but air. Suspiro ergo sum. I sigh, therefore I am...A sigh isn't just a sigh. We inhale the world and breathe out meaning. While we can. While we can.'

Salman Rushdie, The Moor's Last Sigh.

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Dreaming of you.

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Word up.

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Bright sights. Neon lights. 

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'We live our lives, do whatever we do, and then we sleep - it's as simple and ordinary as that....There's just this for consolation: an hour here or there when our lives seem, against all odds and expectations, to burst open and give us everything we've ever imagined, though everyone but children (and perhaps even they) know these hours will inevitably be followed by others, far darker and more difficult. Still, we cherish the city, the morning; we hope, more than anything, for more.'

Michael Cunningham, The Hours (1998)

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Glam on sand

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Poetic realism/Real is poetic

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Fly on the wall..

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Kate