We writers don’t sleep, my dear. Our minds are too active. Always leaping and twirling, our thoughts don’t rest, ever. We were made for the night, the hours midnight ‘til dawn. While your world rests, ours spins webs of enchanted thoughts and feelings. We make art, my dear. Let me make my art, it is what I was meant for.
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