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Notes from the Small Pond...Lullaby

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A few midnights ago when the cold rain was black and the trees outside my window scratched against the house from the wind and the dim glow of the streetlight on the corner bled into my bedroom like liquid, I realized I was in that familiar, lovely state between dreaming and consciousness.

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