My sleep is somewhat restless. I sleep at night like train travel. Occasionally I wake up and, before I get to sleep, I wonder vaguely where I go, I look at the clock, see the sky spread over the landscape unaware of the night. Mine is a restless sleep, yes, but it also sometimes is too hopeful, sometimes the best, came in the morning without realizing it, lulled by the gentle clatter they do things in the silence.
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