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Once upon a time coming home from anywhere in the rest of the world meant blissful sleep. My shoulders would sink down from their vigil near my ears. My eyeballs stopped spinning in their sockets. I'd start to sip tea or some cognac or some chocolate, but I'd be asleep before I finished it. Now it's mostly only memories flooding out my wits and causing me to flip around in bed.
always and any time....
