“Being sleepless was as if walking through dark woods – like a brother and sister left in the dark forest – scattering pieces of bread behind or dropping torn and crumpled pages of his memory.”
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“Being sleepless was as if walking through dark woods – like a brother and sister left in the dark forest – scattering pieces of bread behind or dropping torn and crumpled pages of his memory.”
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