The wee hours. I started the habit of getting up at 4 a.m. during my most intensive caregiving days, as it's the only way I could find peace and quiet. No demands. A time to connect with my soul and listen for universal guidance. It's often all that's kept me somewhat sane, though some may differ with me on the success of that last point.
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