Sleep, child. Night is here.
Moon spills soft light, shadows rest,
and crickets sing. Dream.
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Sleep, child
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Ellen Symons Writes
Ellen Symons Writes
Sleep, child. Night is here.
Moon spills soft light, shadows rest,
and crickets sing. Dream.
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A Space to be Filled 
Why, thank you … I’ll read this aloud to my small-self tonight when I lie down to sleep. It is very soothing indeed. Won’t even matter that I don’t have any crickets to listen to nearby. You made me imagine them. <3, L.
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<3, E.
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