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Night AirThere's a heady feel to it as I crane my neck and lean out of my bedroom window. The cool air brushes against my bare arms, making me shiver, but I only lean further into the nothingness. I remember doing this before, at the house of some long-forgotten family friend. The night there was endless in front of the window melding with the North Sea, and only when I leaned out from the waist-up could I see the lights of a city or town south of the river. The air was fresh, clear of pollution, but had a salty tang to it that was addictive and made me want to draw even more of that air into my lungs.More Like This
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