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April 18, 2017

The girl was indeed sleeping, had been all day, through the rain, through Lincoln log castles, through the static, pre-recorded “workout time.”  Through the halls of the warm, quilt-like chaos of the house…through dinner sounds…through a series of dreams in which she attempted to go to swim practice only to find the pool drained, down for repairs, or mysteriously occupied by sharks.

She slept for hours and days and years and in and out of countries.  Slept as though all those fairy tales told by parents to sleepy little children could be true.  Like princesses could really be put into enchanted slumber.  She slept without coming up for air.

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