Travel with a misanthrope

By meanderer

It's light o'clock.

When I was a kid I used to love this time of year when you could stay out really late or at least until you were dragged in kicking and screaming whilst everybody else was allowed to stay out.

Nothing much has changed, I still love this time of year, I still love to stay out late and keep on playing. But best of all nobody calls me in anymore, well not until it's really dark.

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