Blackest darkness, harshest rain, most penetrating fog - these are dangers you know. You have known them long enough to call them familiar, they are cigarettes you've smoked a thousand times. And as many times afterward you have wondered which ones you have actually enjoyed, which one was actually a pleasure.
In the dark on the way there and in the light on the way back, the view is really the same. It is you who are not.
In the dark on the way there and in the light on the way back, the view is really the same. It is you who are not.
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Only the first one of the day and the last one of the night are actually a pleasure.
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