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“At three a.m., the candle dimmed: all the birds in the trees called out together: the end. No more work. I had the trees to look at, the sky, held in this unspeakable hour, morning’s first. The first summer morning, and the December nights, that’s what always delighted me here.”
- Arthur Rimbaud, from a letter to Ernest Delahaye written c. 1872 (via violentwavesofemotion)
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