Small moments awake noticing the pretty, shifting light.

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@matt My parents owned pubs while I was growing up and I distinctly recall watching car lights paint across my bedroom ceiling as they drove through the gaps in the curtains at night. The smooth dance they made across the room was always a source of wonder, even though I was old enough to know what and why they were.

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