"He sought the great oblivion of sleep, and doubts all wakefulness now." The tiring mundane Monday had forced me into bed early at 10. But I couldn’t sleep. Hell with it, let’s get to some chicken soup for the soul writing stuff. Skeptic flashes of vivid memories. Fully remembered these half-forgotten for long now. Grabbing a... Continue Reading →

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