I’m exhausted. Maybe I need coffee. My lids can barely stay open. It’s not just the poor sleep. I’ve been a zombie all week. All I can muster energy for is reading. Lying still on the couch, scanning words on the screen, escaping into another reality, another life that isn’t mine. I never escaped into books as a child, never much of a fiction reader. Un…
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Hesitantly, I read my first. Then my second. My third. Fourth. 10th. 50th. 100th.
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