Tonight was one of those nights where I have to keep trying to talk myself into putting my book down. It’s a night where I’m slowly drifting to sleep, listening to the sound of crickets coming in from from an open window. It’s a night I’ve missed. How did I forget that reading gives me sweet dreams?

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