We've all had those moments, in the wee hours of the night, just south of midnight, when unbidden thoughts and emotions come to the fore. We think of past events, that somehow, we can't let go of, and they play with us, offering no rest or resolution. We think of the future and what it may offer. We think of the present, creating multiple scenarios to get to that precarious future. Building castles in the mind, of the mind, on foundations of dark...
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