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Why doesn’t that bed, Have a patient. Why pay for nature, When it wants us dead. Smell the fresh air, Enjoy the colours. Those evolved scents, Placate places we do not feel. Build over it, Put another clinic in. Where will we go, To remember ourselves though. Does not matter, Clink followed clank. Automation winnowing expertise, Life is what we make it.
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Aug 6, 2022
Aug 6, 2022 at 5:49 PM UTC
Hospital garden
Why doesn’t that bed, Have a patient. Why pay for nature, When it wants us dead. Smell the fresh air, Enjoy the colours. Those evolved scents, Placate places we do not feel. Build over it, Put another clinic in. Where will we go, To remember ourselves though. Does not matter, Clink followed clank. Automation winnowing expertise, Life is what we make it.
Had such a nice experience when recovering in hospital to go to their gardens. I was lucky enough to be able to reach them but without places of nature in hospitals long term patients may suffer.
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cloud-tendrils
Aug 6, 2022
Aug 6, 2022 at 5:49 PM UTC
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