Adam Kurylowicz

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Oh, night, in which the stars masquerade as light, oh night, equal only to the Universe in magnitude, make me, body and soul, part of your body, and let me lose myself in mere darkness, make me night too, with no dreams to be as stars to me, nor longed-for sun to light the future.
The Book of Disquiet
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