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Night by Janet Granger Ideas collide and tumble, like dice, a chance truth. If I am lucky, they bubble up from within like the ping pong balls you see on television, for the lottery numbers. I concentrate, eyes closed, forcing one to pop up, the winner, fitting snugly in its proper place. I turn on the light, pulling out the bedside drawer to grab paper and pen. I close my eyes from the light to force the winner back into focus, then scribble madly, before it is gone, bouncing back into the game of night's slumber. |
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