Dreams of an angel while he sleeps. The images that cross the
caverns of his mind must be filled with delights of lights and love and memories of heaven where he came from. His mother wonders why he can sleep through an atomic bomb during the day but a cricket's chrip will awake him at night? How is that possible she asks me? Laugh I do at the memory of thinking the very same thing about her when she would sleep all day in blissful peace and keep me awake when darkness came.
~~ Love bye
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