Sleepless Walking

Sleepless Walking by Tiffany Greenfield

The thinking part would always strike when the night was long but the time was short. It always felt like what she assumed some mysterious fever in the jungle must feel like. It would come on quick, in a fit of creative rage, ravage the corners of her mind and would leave her soul torn open in a way others failed to recognize. The benefits of this journey she knew to be true, not easily quantified, yet hers.


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