Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep. — Mark Strand
Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep. — Mark Strand
Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep. — Mark Strand
Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep. — Mark Strand
Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep. — Mark Strand
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Sometimes he did not know if he slept or just thought about sleep.

— Mark Strand
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