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[garran]

I sometimes feel strangely wistful coming upon a morning at the end of my night; as though some elusive order, some peace, might be grasped, if only I had it right side up. You'd think this sort of discontent would make it easier for me to adjust my sleep schedule.

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[meta4mix.livejournal.com]

my breath is slipping
into a silver sleeping
mist that clouds the sky

[masamage.livejournal.com]

Tenderly, still pale, the sun
Shines in on me as I set.