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I pull down the curtain and land safely, laying in my bed in the dead of winter, staring up at my ceiling and listening to my music. I have found my inner sactum, hidden by the light-years, always open for me.
 
I pull down the curtain and land safely, laying in my bed in the dead of winter, staring up at my ceiling and listening to my music. I have found my inner sactum, hidden by the light-years, always open for me.
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''-- written 24 December 2009, with the finest of inspirations''
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