"Anne," said Davy, sitting up in bed and propping his chin on his hands, "Anne, where is sleep? People go to sleep every night, and of course I know it's the place where I do the things I dream, but I want to know where it is and how I get there and back without knowing anything about it. . .and in my nighty too. Where is it?" 💜🧡🩵
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— Oct 13, 2025 08:15AM
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