A goodnight’s sleep is not a simple thing. It’s different for each of us. For some, it’s peaceful and dark; I grew up in a city: screeching cars, honking horns, and streetlights were the norm. A goodnight’s rest included those. Their absence left a void.
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Lovely, Lou!
Did you link up to Sammi’s post?
No, I’ll have to check it out
Oh yes, what becomes normal, what becomes loss.