I’m waiting, ever waiting;
Sleeping out my life.
I cannot wake… why should I wake?
Much better is the dream,
Where I don’t have to lie awake
While waiting for my drying wings.
Chrysalis
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"When I am writing, I am trying to find out who I am…" –Maya Angelou
Writer In Retrospect 
Uhum… agreed.
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Ah, yes… Somebody likes their sleep, don’t they?
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Intriguing portrait, Rachel, an exquisitely-crafted synopsis of the present moment. Let’s keep going with it, OK?
When the butterfly emerges from slumber, resplendence thrills others, who exalt in the beauty.
Such is your destiny, Rachel. This observation plays not to provocation, but to recognition,
You’ve shown us something Rachel, a creative spirit unlimited by current circumstance. No, the Rachel we know has tempted us with a hint of what’s to come. Dammit, we read it with our own two eyes!
Yes, keep going!
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Well, then, I won’t argue with you. But for now, all I know is sleep.
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Sleep, perhaps, but of the highest water.
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I’m pretty sure that’s a typo, and I think I know what you meant… And yet, I hope you can forgive me, because I find such things desperately funny, and this is no exception. 😆
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