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a group of expressionless people hold up numbered cards like they're scoring some competition that hasn't happened yet. there are only two numbers to choose from: eight and fourteen.
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an anthropomorphic grey rabbit stands on the front porch of his house looking annoyed in tan slacks and a sweater vest. he closes his eyes and wipes his brow with the back of one hand, though no sweat has pooled there.
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A squirrel wearing a baseball hat offers me popcorn from a red and white striped bag.
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outside an ice cream stand, a woman pushes another woman in a wheelchair. a sweater obscures the upper body of the woman without the use of her legs. a chicken is perched on her shoulder, serving as some sort of strange sentient hood ornament.
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My grandfather is sitting in the chair he was mostly confined to in his last decade of life, his glasses nearly slipping off the end of his nose, reading from a sheet of white paper that has nothing written on it.
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a brown bear standing on its hind legs surrounded by african_violets
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The recent page is a pond with irises growing around the edges.
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A small boy dressed as a train conductor, carrying a large suitcase, points towards the future, showing me the direction I must travel.
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three squirrels wearing shiny red party hats, clapping and smiling
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A small girl wearing huge pink bunny ears runs ahead and I can't catch up.
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a rat stretches out his arms and prepares to read his surroundings like a book bereft of words.
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A swarm of bees so large it looked like a murmuration of starlings rising into the sky at sunset.
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A badger in a field of clover throws gold confetti into the sky and everything sparkles.
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a cartoon dog seated alone at a bar, a dour expression on his face, hounded by a horde of flies.
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a white pansy and a purple one, petals softly touching, like two people leaning towards sleep and finding themselves cheek to cheek...
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my father with my eyes instead of his own.
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An unseen face held in gnarled hands twisted with arthritis. A voice whispers about perspicacious lemons. Horses.
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A gravel path at the golden hour. My foot slipping as loose scree gives way and tumbles down the face of a steep ravine.
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Lighting, zombies, and peanut butter sandwiches.
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a man's head uncouples from his neck and spins sideways like a basketball being manipulated by hidden hands.
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An iguana in a polka dot party hat bikes by while blowing into one of those unfurling paper party horns.
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A small, orange tabby kitten sits still and watchful in the middle of a dirt road. She is thirsty but everything is dust without even a whisper of rain for months. Her eyes meet mine. I try to speak but my throat runs with sand. Hot wind drinks the moisture from my eyes. Her tail twitches and she's gone.
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Weak sun snags on a rocking horse abandoned in the corner of a dying room. The carved wooden head drips inky black sludge onto the floor. Dust motes swirl in the air. The floorboards are no longer up to the task of holding the weight of a human body. Everything is grey.
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what's it to you?
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