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Nocturnes

Hopelessness wakes me in the early hours of the morning just as I have plunged into deepest dreams. I lie awake staring up at what I wish were stars, but are instead specs of light that have wandered into the room, now reflected off myriad electronic devices that whir and whiz a monotone serenade, ode to Insomnia, op. 43.