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She had been meditating lately. A lot. On everything. And that's generally as far as she got before either her head clouded or her heart clenched and she was reminded as to why she spent so much time and energy refusing to feel. Insomnia's a real bitch sometimes. ...and it seemed as if the bags under her eyes pulled so much that her eyelids could never quite keep up... FIN. 7:08 a.m., Sunday, Apr. 03, 2005 |
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