Dear Sleep, We see altogether too little of each other these days. Whatever happened to us? I think of the times we've had. I smile. It's a lucky soul that can make ends meet without neglecting your company, in times like these, and yet you're there for us when we come looking. They tell me I can sleep when I'm dead. I tell them to keep the noise down. It's time I visited, old friend.
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