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late at night becomes early in the morning at some point. what point? once was i wouldn't have noticed day or night but now the night air licks my bones and i await dawn like some quiet visitor, nursing my cup of milo on the balcony, warming my good hand, and blowing steam over the geraniums. i'll sleep later and cancel out the demons that loneliness breeds. ---------------------------------------- Andrew Burke Copywriting [log in to unmask] Creative Writing http://www.bam.com.au/andrew/ Editing ----------------------------------------