The dead of night and the light of day. To put it better, it spans from twelve-oh-one to midnight—call it a day. The missing minute? That is pure leisure. 😎
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Art still thrills me. Aphantasic brazilian writer, born in the 90's. I enjoy reading mostly poetry, sci-fi, and shonen-seinen manga. Favorite authors: Asimov, Tolkien, Guilherme de Almeida, Paulo Leminski, Douglas Adams, Tite Kubo, Yoshihiro Togashi... I also write songs.
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