To miss sweet sleep
Sleep. It is the nectar of life, for without it, one should fall quickly to one's death, before long. To have insomnia is to have a curse against the refreshment of life's inbuilt energy supply. Without (much) sleep having passed my eyes, do I become miserable in health.
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August content release #2
Surprise, surprise! Yet another piece of prose. This one written while sleep deprived and out of the house. Not a fun time when that happens. You can see in the piece why.