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How quickly the everyday fills up time again. Glugs upwards from the earth, invisible until you’re splashing in it.
It seems it would be like that anywhere. Living on the moon, or hanging upside down from the ceiling, and arguing about teabags and hairs in the bath.
It seems it would be like that anywhere. Living on the moon, or hanging upside down from the ceiling, and arguing about teabags and hairs in the bath.
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