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March 3, 2004
There's a pocket of time everyday between the time you switch off the light and climb into bed and the time you fall asleep. The time when you're lying in the darkness, slowly dozing, your mind subconsciously wandering and sifting through your life. It's a magical time, that. All sorts of dreams and old memories come to you. Last night I drifted, staring at the ceiling, when I suddenly remembered a book I read when I was very young. I managed to scribble it down before I lost myself again. I wonder if, one day, you'll come to me then.