Sleep, perchance to… sleep? And a rambling about books.
Sometimes I wake in the dark, early hours wanting to write about something. Go on, get up and write, I urge myself. The bed is so warm and the air so frigid, I never do. In the light of morning, I have no recollection of what inspired me in the dark. Not surprising really, since … Continue reading Sleep, perchance to… sleep? And a rambling about books.
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