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Maybe the spirit becomes more restless when your nights of sleep become more like a series of naps. Or maybe it is the other way around.
I know that I favor the ghosts of childhood to the grave doubts that now crowd the night between those interrupted sleeps in the middle of the night, the kind of doubts that send a chilling trace of fear down your shrunken spine, doubts about who you are, what you have done or not done, the lost dreams, everything...
But life also has its better moments, those guilty pleasures.
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Maybe the spirit becomes more restless when your nights of sleep become more like a series of naps. Or maybe it is the other way around.
I know that I favor the ghosts of childhood to the grave doubts that now crowd the night between those interrupted sleeps in the middle of the night, the kind of doubts that send a chilling trace of fear down your shrunken spine, doubts about who you are, what you have done or not done, the lost dreams, everything...
But life also has its better moments, those guilty pleasures.
