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Peace

How nice a feeling it is being tired. Not worn nor weak or uninspired. Just that warm cozy nod that you can't fight away. When your eyes must blink off for the day. When you sit with them shut and slightly sway. The moment you realize that down you must lay. Rest is so pleasant with age so it seems. For sleep is more a part of our dreams.

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