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Night is, perhaps unsurprisingly, less easy. WIthout the sweet, soft light in the windows, my apartment begins to feel much more insular, more confined. I’ve had the same problems seemingly everyone has had — trouble sleeping, bizarre and vivid dreams — and the emergence of nighttime has become almost redundant. This again? But the promise of the morning, the coffee smell and the shortbread, is a comfort.


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