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| 7badb97 | My mother always closes her bedroom drapes tight before going to bed at night. I open mine as wide as possible. I like to see everything, I say. What's there to see? Moon. Air. Sunrise. All that light on your face in the morning. Wakes you up. I like to wake up. | light poem poetry drapes waking-up sleeping morning | Anne Carson |