Night Writing Gallery

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I’ve always loved friends of the WayAlways held them dearMeeting a stranger with silent springsGreet

Late nights working on the application, compiling supplemental materials, writing two essays and put

buzzfeed:“The Mirrored Night Sky”, by Xiaohua Zhao“An enthralled stargazer is immersed in the stars

‘I had read Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy when I was young, but not The Night Manager. When I read the s

night-dark-woods:[ID: a manuscript illustration of a robed person sitting at a writing desk and hold

watching the stars light up the night sky...come be my walk in the moonlight ©k

tiinatormanenphotography:Foggy summer nights. Southern Lapland, 2015.Today starting road trip chase

Night Writing in het Lehmann Maupin Gallery anno 2012, geschets in de ruimte van Teresita Fernandez.

I finished my draft last night! After writing a total of about 4,000 words in the first half of the

Past one o’clock. You must have gone to bed.The Milky Way streams silver through the night. I’m in n

Friday night vibes courtesy of @luna__dietrich and @_casadecoco_ ✨✨✨ Kittens, this Sunday we’ll be d

Typewriter Poetry #1258 by James Andrew CrosbyIf you haven’t yet, make sure to grab a copy of my new

I visited the temple beforeI stayed there again last nightsounds floated into space from a dark ravi

If once you can go through the Cloud-pass,Then South, North, East, West,-you can go freely in any di

The night, like a well, was swallowing stars.José Eduardo Agualusa

So much I gazed on beauty,that my vision is replete with it.Contours of the body. Red lips. Voluptuo

Nadia Tueni, ‘Night my great thought’ (trans. Elaine Gardiner), Women of the Fertile Crescent: An An

M. Night Shyamalan co-wrote the screenplay for Stuart Little (1999).

ironwolf-silverflame:So, I wrote on my wife’s ass last night…I think this will be a new thing

every night is the same story lately

The owl of Minerva begins its flight only with the coming of the dusk.Georg Wilhelm Friedrich Hegel

I found myselfreaching out for you last night, admittingly. needing you.i don’t confess that very of

And now was acknowledged the presence of the Red Death. He had come like a thief in the night. And

Octavio Paz, ‘Although It Is Night’, A Tree Within (trans. Eliot Weinberger)[Text ID: “There is no m

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