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Playtime
The white curtains rise slowly on a slow breeze.
They fall again.
Voices flow in and flow out, from the garden.
They are slow too.
The dog lies in her corner.
Her breaths in and out are a metronome keeping track of playtime.
I do not want...
They fall again.
Voices flow in and flow out, from the garden.
They are slow too.
The dog lies in her corner.
Her breaths in and out are a metronome keeping track of playtime.
I do not want...
