Her eyes drooped, eyelids heavy with tire.For just a moment, the peace swallowed her whole.In that short eternity ,everything seemed right.No loose strings ,no unfinished business pending.The feeling of utter generosity of the mind to the soul ,when it decides to torment her not.As sweet as the summer dew rolling ever so quietly off the lush green leaf.The supple yawn of an infant as she prepares for slumber in the gentle arms of her mother.Such wonders does sleep provide that cannot be provided by any other.
Art of all kinds
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