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Momentum runs out. The pen slows and stops. It stops for a week. When it starts moving again, it is sullen and dull, it has lost its edge. There’s nothing now in the mind of the pen. If it were a...
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Today is warmer than it’s been in a while. The air softens and the clouds gather. But it doesn’t rain. Instead, the clouds form shapes according to their mood. They look at each other with sad fa...
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You had a job. It was long ago, and you hardly remember the details of the work. There were piles of paper to go through. The paper appeared of its own volition, containing information that wr...
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An orphan rebels against her abandonment. She goes from door to door, opening them all, demanding explanation. She tells everyone her name. She shows everyone her face. She demands recogniti...
