Shadows come for all.

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Sometimes, usually, it is for a brief moment, sometimes longer.  Try as I might, I cannot resist this shadow that comes knocking.  I had hoped to be up a few more hours, it simply is not to be.  Little was done, as all focus, since early this morning, has been spent staying awake.  And, so I have, to this point.  But no further.

To bed, with a lament to hasten my fall.  Good night.