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Submitted to Contest #54
The wailing winds made the leaves outside tremble. There was a thud and he remembered how everyday he planned to fix the fence. He would do it tomorrow. The strew cigarettes like buried logs in snow on the dusty table in front of him ; he’d have to clean it too. He turned his head aside and found himself distorted in a black, glossy lens staring at him - wondering if that is what the eye of God looked like too. He stopped Pink Floyd before the chorus. He got up and went to bed, pretending to lay asleep, to give that miserable lens nothing mo...
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