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… thunderous. So when the night descends, and the snoring serenade begins anew, we shall embrace it. For in the eve of slumber, we are exhausted jesters wrapped together till the morn.
Cappelli, MFA, JD, PhD
Athena Milios
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Greek-Canadian, clinical pharmacist with a master's in psychiatry. I love writing stories and poems around mental health to exercise my creative bone!
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