Weeks or months have passed.
I no longer trouble myself with keeping track of time that has already been actualized.
Fear is pulsating throughout the globe, our globe.
They have declared we only have a short time left.
I can’t help but feel this “short time” is an eternity.
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A loud crack split through the low murmur of the coffee shop. She had momentarily lost her grip upon the mug and it had dropped straight down shattering bits of ceramic across the floor. To her great relief the mug had been vacant of the scalding hot agent of morning need, which moments later it would have contained, as it slipped from her hand. It was her first week and this was her first casualty of the learning curve. She quickly searched for a broom and a dustpan.
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