Sleep was victorious.
Lighter somehow.
I was thinking last night: "Ill turns..."
Eight years of buried memories... forcefully-exhumed.
Hmm... and I wonder if salakot means anything right now to anyone, except for one.;)
Late into the night- conversation.
So glad of it.
It felt good. I felt trusted.
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