I am so tired, it must be ancestral. The blood of my mother, her mother, her mother, and the mother before her and before her back to the first mother, runs through me. And inside of those red blood cells rushing through my veins, their fatigue lives too. The tired I feel cannot just be my own. It is too great a weight to not also be the fatigue of centuries of sleepless nights. 
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