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My mind is not in the mood to rest lately, even when my eyes beg it to go to sleep.
I've been sleeping poorly and dreaming when I do. Dreaming about imaginary places with
warm air; air the smell of cinnamon and sweet milk.
My books keep me company when the house is as quiet as mice and you can
almost hear the moon whispering
to the trees and stars outside my window.
This is where I go when I can't sleep late at night. My little glowing room. xox
