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 | Woke up alone in my single bed, stayed under the cover   | |   2021-02-11 |
 | while the alarm kept coming back, tried to glue cyclic   | |              |
 | dreams using spoken variations, turned the computer on   | |______________|
 | for a cup of coffee, wrote a message saying how adrift   |
 | or despaired I fell on alternating dates, cooked pasta   |
 | that could go with some ancient fridge leftovers, read   |
 | about scientific subjects promptly forgotten, poured a   |
 | martini for myself and water on the plants, watched as   |
 | the fog slowly covered beaten braincells, smiled while   |
 | thinking that none of this was worth noticing, decided   |
 | on which proposition I would be ending with.             |
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 |          ((Christina Vantzou, Garden of Forking Paths))  |
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