I look at the sleeping faces. The snoring uncle. The drooling toddler. The grandmother who is dreaming of her village.
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But as I pull the blanket over my shoulder, I realize: I am never lonely. Not for a single second. And in a world that is increasingly isolated, that chaos is the greatest luxury of all. I look at the sleeping faces