And with the dawn, back to bed. To sleep and not to dream. It was those dreams that woke me at four. Now, perhaps, the peaceful slumber of the weary and not the awful terrors of the wicked. The Wicked and The Weary. Another time.
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Dawn...when men of reason go to bed. Ambrose Bierce
ReplyDeleteI am not one of those.
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