And {he} sailed back over a year
and in and out of weeks
and through a day and into the night of his very own room
where he found his supper waiting for him
and it was still hot
and in and out of weeks
and through a day and into the night of his very own room
where he found his supper waiting for him
and it was still hot
( Maurice Sendak )
[ Where the Wild Things Are ]
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