This is the sort of night for remembering. Summoning old characters out of the darkest part of the gloom during these hours before dawn when the shadows deepen so as to make the lightening of the sky so much more startling when it finally occurs. My room is awash in drifting waves of the accumulated detritus of my life, half-packed into boxes. This
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