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Monday, July 18

A week of carnage and chaos comes to an end

I had wanted to put up another post on the attempted coup in Turkey but I am exhausted, so to sleep. 

"Sleep, that knits up the raveled sleave of care, the death of each day’s life, sore labor’s bath, balm of hurt minds, great nature’s second course, chief nourisher in life’s feast." 

But recalling with a shiver that the lovely words about sleep are from The Scottish Play, methinks to listen before sleep to a healing song from devout Gambian Christians.


Steady on.  

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