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December 31, 2019
At night he hears his breathing, imaginary cicadas, a gentle breeze on wind chimes. He can sleep forever or just for a few hours. Mayhap being awake isn't all that bad. In his dreams are people and pockets of time in the past, now, soon. All happening at once. But it doesn't overwhelm him. They happen in succession, like a well-organized parade. He knows what to expect. He knows in a few minutes he will have to get up and face the new day. He's not sad about it anymore. He's looking forward to sunlight, smiles, life, peace, nowness.