it is lunchtime. it is sunny and warm. it is midwinter. i am outside sitting at the picnic table. this newspaper has been out here for weeks and is still soggy but the top is crispy, warm, and dry. i have attempted the crossword. i am drinking tea. i am writing in a silver pen. i am eating creamy porridge for breakfast. it is lunchtime. my laptop is broken. my watch has stopped. but the silence is nice and i make another cup of tea.
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