Complaint
A noise. Noisy dream. Why noise? Oh.
Alarm clock. But where is the dream? It must
have gone to hide there in those branches just
now coalescing out of the night sky.
Not night sky, dawn. It’s morning. Must get back to work.
Complaint
A noise. Noisy dream. Why noise? Oh.
Alarm clock. But where is the dream? It must
have gone to hide there in those branches just
now coalescing out of the night sky.
Not night sky, dawn. It’s morning. Must get back to work.
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