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Ahhh, cooking a pizza at 3:33 am because HONGER.
The witching hour, somebody had once whispered to her, was a special moment in the middle of the night when every child and every grown-up was in a deep deep sleep, and all the dark things came out from hiding and had the world all to themselves.
Roald Dahl
Friday, 23rd July 2021
The moon was swallowed in a throbbing light
As the thunder began its climbing flight
And in the dawn of a swelling tide
She saw inside the world dressed in spite