When was the last time you read a book from cover to cover, closed the lid on the final page and sighed? Do you remember that sigh? How did it feel? What did it mean? Was it a sigh of satisfaction with your read? A sigh filled with bittersweet joy over the finale? That sigh. ...

The light from the lamp flooded over the paper on which she wrote, keeping shadows at bay while the night crept on. Her eyes threatened to shut of their own accord, and fatigue settled into her bones. At times her vision blurred. She found it hard to focus on her task. Every scratch of the ...