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Tonight the moon is full. Through the window the moon covers my bed and turns everything a milky bluish white. So I escape by closing my eyes. Because the full moon is light insomnia: numb and drowsy like after love.

Clarice Lispector, tr. by Stefan Tobler, from “Água Viva,” (via violentwavesofemotion)

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Acadia National Park, Maine

Surprisingly, I was the only car in the parking lot at the peak of Cadillac Mountain for this “sunset” a couple nights ago. A little rain scared all the tourists away and I had it all to myself. Looks like just home.

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″I love the silent hour of night, For blissful dreams may then arise, Revealing to my charmed sight What may not bless my waking eyes.“

— Anne Brontë

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