Sleep is a shallow death we practice every night. — Lydia Netzer, How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky
Sleep is a shallow death we practice every night. — Lydia Netzer, How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky
Sleep is a shallow death we practice every night. — Lydia Netzer, How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky
Sleep is a shallow death we practice every night. — Lydia Netzer, How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky
Sleep is a shallow death we practice every night. — Lydia Netzer, How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky
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Sleep is a shallow death we practice every night.

— Lydia Netzer, How to Tell Toledo from the Night Sky
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