When you have had a contemplative day, delving into a variety of books on a variety of different subjects spinning around your life, and yet all of them allide, and you write down your notes and make your marks on the pages as night descends and the deep quiet reigns, made all the more precious by the realization that in a few short moments, two girls who have been begging for a sleepover will arrive with all of their teenage burst and boister, and all of these things will be tucked away, for later.
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