1.0 link 34123 http://www.huffingtonpost.com/leslie-goldman/i-wear-fearlessness-aroun_b_34123.html Sleep used to be a refuge for me. Sinking into the deep comfort of feathery down, resting my head meant dreaming of colors and flying or even just plain, lovely nothingness. I would wake, refreshed and happy, so warm and secure in my sheets that the thought of setting foot on the floor and into reality was just too much. "One more hour!" I would beg of no one in particular. "Let me close...

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