No one slept much last night.
Not me. Not Frank. Not my boss. Not her boss neither.
My friend J. said she woke up with hives all over her feet.
There is something in the heavy air that thickens our throats.
Unable to sleep, I watched bats swoop around the garden.
A restless moon.
Fey day.
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