Same day yet a lot later. Dimming the lights, flipping the mental page while mostly falling asleep even with the very first paragraph of an actual page. An ever-growing pile of books, feeling guilty for how many of them remained unread, feeling at odds with writing as a mere ritual of handling weeks and hours. Some stories touched some stories cut today. And the void of an endless nightsky, waiting for a soothing moon. Sleep tight everyone wherever you are.

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