Burning the midnight oil

by Bonnie Pockley

The last few nights I’ve been burning the midnight oil, working in solitude, without distraction. I love it but it also feels a little lonely. This is when time folds in on itself, where everything slips quietly into the shadows and you are all that’s left behind in the echo of a silent room.


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