The early Sunday evening seemed to be full of blue light as I walked out of my dining hall to the library. Blue light, like fairy light. I felt like Tinkerbell should be coming out of the clouds to perch on my shoulder and tell me naughty jokes. Magic weighed heavily on the air, and I breathed it in deeply, hoping to capture this moment in my mind.
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sunday afternoon by Thomas Mues
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A Cerebral Mosh
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Published on February 17, 2008.
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