It is early, early morning. It's that time when it's still dark but you know the day is coming. Blue is bleeding through black. Stars are dying.

Markus Zusak
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"I think it is best to wait until the dawn to take any action. Looking at the stars, I can see that they are not good but they are also not bad. Although I would like to do something about them, I am not sure if it is the right time. Perhaps I am too tired.

Perhaps I should sleep more. Perhaps the day of action is still far off."

Source: Underdog

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