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Wednesday, April 11, 2012


There is hushed sanctity in the darkness of night.

That serene moment when we loosen our hold on the turmoil and uncertainties of the day, and surrender to the night.

In that instant, we are the most alone with ourselves. Alone with our thoughts, prayers and the understanding that in the night—the darkness—we are reborn again and again.

In the sacred darkness of night, with today behind us, and tomorrow yet to come, we re-invent ourselves, and prepare for the dawn.

Each day ends at midnight, barely catching the slightest glimpse of its legacy, a new-born tomorrow.

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