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| | | | | In a room without clocks we sit in semicomfy chairs waiting for the storm | |
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| | | | | Candles cast an amber light orange peel and crushed basil scent the room - his hermitage | |
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| | | | | Guess I fell asleep on the couch and sleptwalked my way back to bed without recording any memories. Knifing my hands between cushions I find crumpled paper napkins, nacho cheese Doritos and a penny, which makes me wonder how Lincoln would handle our situation, not that he ever had to find a remote. I bend... | |
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