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All is quiet, for the most part, at zero dark thirty, which is when the wind woke me. My child stirred, arm thrown out stiff, cup in hand. I stumbled to the kitchen, forgetting for a moment that I wasn’t at home. Cup filled and handed back, my body decided it was finished with sleep for the night.