Window

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I sit

Next to her, book in hand

Everything is foggy

Memory's are coming back

The building has bells

Clocks

Books

Rooms

Her and me talk

On the ground I see a letter

"o"

It looks like it belongs on the newspaper

I stick it on

Cho_e Par__r g__s i_l ov_r ni__t!

That is what it says

I stare out the window

The tides roll in, they bring new sheep to be controlled by a Shepard

Out the window, I see sand...

So lifeless

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