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Relax by the Fireplace with Joey and let him read you a story set to sleep-inducing music and ambient sound. Nox is your safe space at bedtime to relax, feel safe, and get a good night’s sleep.
On tonight's episode of Nox bedtime Stories, I have a short news story about a record-breaking basketball game for Mental health awareness. Followed by one of the most calming and comforting stories I have ever read on the podcast called "Among Autumn Leaves"
A subtle glow pervades all things,—an atmosphere that is a yellow from which the sap has run, a very ghost of color. The domes of the hickories that grow in the open pasture are a rich brown, a most lovable shade; those hickory saplings that are rooted in the shade, and wait so patiently for fate to carry off the big trees that they may take their places, take an autumnal tint of this ghost of yellow also, and all the leaves of the wood ferns are pale with it,—a paleness that becomes with the more delicate an almost transparent whiteness.
“Will you come with me, sweet reader? I thank you. Give me your hand.” -Joey.
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I work very very hard on these please help support this program on Patreon.
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By Joey Yates - Nox Bedtime Stories4.5
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Relax by the Fireplace with Joey and let him read you a story set to sleep-inducing music and ambient sound. Nox is your safe space at bedtime to relax, feel safe, and get a good night’s sleep.
On tonight's episode of Nox bedtime Stories, I have a short news story about a record-breaking basketball game for Mental health awareness. Followed by one of the most calming and comforting stories I have ever read on the podcast called "Among Autumn Leaves"
A subtle glow pervades all things,—an atmosphere that is a yellow from which the sap has run, a very ghost of color. The domes of the hickories that grow in the open pasture are a rich brown, a most lovable shade; those hickory saplings that are rooted in the shade, and wait so patiently for fate to carry off the big trees that they may take their places, take an autumnal tint of this ghost of yellow also, and all the leaves of the wood ferns are pale with it,—a paleness that becomes with the more delicate an almost transparent whiteness.
“Will you come with me, sweet reader? I thank you. Give me your hand.” -Joey.
Please subscribe and leave a 5-star rating on Apple Podcasts.
I work very very hard on these please help support this program on Patreon.
Patreon: www.Patreon.com/NoxbedtimestoriesWebpage: www.Noxbedtimestories.comFaceBook:https://www.instagram.com/noxbedtimestories/
(PLEASE CONSIDER JOINING PATREON)Hosted on Acast. See acast.com/privacy for more information.

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