I am warm, it is one:thirty in the morning, and there is a new sheet made from beech trees that is soft like silk but not slippery, like a classy sort of flannel or jersey. To put myself to sleep, sometimes, I think about things and plan about them, and I am happy when I think about most things, but as happy as I am I am still awake tonight. ( Read more... )

They look so peaceful like that.


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