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Melancholia
“
Night still lingers on. Not quite night, not quite dark. Even as the grey of dawn is prickled by stray dots of brightness, day has not yet quite broken: that otherworldly tinge of dusty in-betweenness stubbornly refuses to dissolve, as though as a reminder that a blur, nothing more, is what stands between life and the drift to a permanent sleep. It is the hour of melancholia, when inward clouds seep out and even the most lustrous of colours are painted dullish blue.
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― IMAGINING MORE and Other Stories
― IMAGINING MORE and Other Stories
