February 25, 2008 The quiet darkness is almost perfect. Dim light helps me guide my pen across the yellow page while the faint tick-tock of a clock two rooms away marks the passing moments of silence. At 4:30 a.m., the city still sleeps, and I can hide in the darkness. I breathe in the silence. … Continue reading Unplugged
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