flying fears and fables
I am functioning on very little sleep so please bear with me.
Blindly fumbling in the dark to acquire accouterments for a barfing baby, amidst cuddles and coos and three A.M. sleep deprived blues.
Here I am awake but not awakened, the shadow of sleep still creeps by my eyes a palm frond in the breeze so easily to slip beneath this
blanket of dreams. I seek on my radio dial but I do not find the station which is enrobed by Christian talk and song, where is my National Public Radio?
I must find you Terry Gross!
So I will sip several more cups of coffee and simulate what I wish would stimulate
At least I have accomplished this!
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