It was a thick morning this morning. Dawn's windows remained rather bleakly blank of bright color, just a wash of a sickly goldgreen. I had the monologue from my new routine running on auto pilot in my head..a soft soundtrack for the strangely quiet morning. What was it again? Insipid? In spite? I always get stuck in the same place... Inspire?
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