Back to old routines. Comforting. Coffee runs and trips to the market. Sleeping late, reading. Writing. I love Sundays.
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I woke startled last night, tears streaming down my face and they weren't small sobs but body shaking sobs. Uncontrollable, unexplained. I can barely recall the dream which brought about such sadness but what shook me the most was that when I woke up, memories erased I still wept. I couldn't stop and so I let it out - the bottled up emotion that came from some place I don't understand. I let it loose and when it was over I dried my eyes and drifted back into slumber once again.
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