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Visitor Of The Night

Within hours after midnight,
a storm arose from the cloudy skies.
She sat up in her chair,
awakened, unable to sleep
to the howling winds
that called out in her dreams.

Curled up with a notebook in her lap,
she journaled the events of her day,
hoping to give her some peace

to nod off and sleep.
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Tuesday, August 19, 2014
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