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White noise. The grey ants racing Across the TV screen. Dead, Meaningless. The boy stares for a time. Transfixed on the pixelated blur. Unaware there may be something On the other side of the horizontal snowfall. He misses his chance- Focusing instead on the external chaos.
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Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 10:09 PM UTC
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White noise. The grey ants racing Across the TV screen. Dead, Meaningless. The boy stares for a time. Transfixed on the pixelated blur. Unaware there may be something On the other side of the horizontal snowfall. He misses his chance- Focusing instead on the external chaos.
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Apr 19, 2012
Apr 19, 2012 at 10:09 PM UTC
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