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Aug 2014
These are the things that guard the frontier of sleep:

the endless flow of the future into the present, and the present into the past;

considerings of decisions I may have made but did not;

The choking sound of a floor fan and simultaneous yearnings for silence and comfortable temperatures;

School;

That six-hour ******* nap I took.
Kalani Nicolle
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