white hatter
Monday, May 17, 2004
 
Albert was writing late into the night, which was not at all unusual. He often wrote until the latest of hours, at times until they reversed themselves completely and became the earliest hours of dawn. He sat at his wooden chair; in his room mostly barren, its white painted walls illuminated by the single candle that Albert had lit early in the evening. Albert wrote. He wrote until dawn.

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