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Jun 30
I came home from work and showered as I usually do, but it felt like a Friday shower, that one which washes the week away, it's still Thursday and soon it'll be July, where did June go?

who needs time travel when time itself starts to unravel and every day gets tangled up in the minutes and hours that make up the weeks, the years, I have fears for the future,
what theory covers this?
John Edward Smallshaw
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John Edward Smallshaw  66/Here and now
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