� Breezes that blow � 2002-06-23 � 9:59 p.m. �
When I crave rest... and I get none.
I need sleep like I want to be appeased.
The breezes that blow over my skin... ridding space of light and heat.
Soft arms around my tummy... hands tangled with mine...
The comfort of a complete lack of gravity....
That's all I need.
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