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Already it's the afternoon. Too late for anything of importance. Where did my time go this time? Too stupid in this heat. And idle yes. Look at the tree, which demands only stillness to grow and ample sun, or the heart which insists to be caged in the dark. Must be nice, might be smart even (i.e., a coin toss) to live except to exist?
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Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 10:31 AM UTC
Afternoon
Already it's the afternoon. Too late for anything of importance. Where did my time go this time? Too stupid in this heat. And idle yes. Look at the tree, which demands only stillness to grow and ample sun, or the heart which insists to be caged in the dark. Must be nice, might be smart even (i.e., a coin toss) to live except to exist?
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Jan 8
Jan 8, 2026 at 10:31 AM UTC
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