Category: Sleep
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The Extra Hour
The extra hour fed the hungry, organized life, deepened my gloom over the state of our democracy, and gave our feathered friends an edge over squirrels ahead of winter.
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Dreaming. Writing.
I keep waking to the nightmare of a perfect opening line. In my half slumber the opening line gives way to what comes next, a sentence followed by yet another. Soon a paragraph emerges and the full landscape of my project unfolds, the horizon glorious and attainable. In the winter months, these words march forth…
Ben East Books 