The liminal space of darkness before dawn is sacred. The edginess of my world softens, the streets are blanketed with innocent silence, the day bears a bounty of possibilities. I can almost touch new mercies.
This time is also significantly supernatural in my story: from 3 am - 4 am, I have had the most blood-curdling fears and attacks buffet me. I remem…
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