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clever woke up from the dream

she was woken up by the bell.

she walks to the big window.

she sees on her right is a nook with a chair that was covered with a woven pattern of the worlds emblem, pink, red, green, blue, black, and white… hand woven by someone, she doesn’t know who, she’d like to know who.

there is a maple wood table with a newspaper and letters

it’s 0500, the memorial bird sits outside her window.

(I’m taking a break writing today, this is all i got down so far, I’m really tired… the next part of the story is the sight of dancers around the bird memorial.)

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An Ox-headed person walks into the room. We just stand in silence looking at each other and that’s it. (lord of folly)

Another person walks around him and up to me.

President Clever thank you for your service. My name is Sonny. I will be your personal aide for the next three days. In the next hour we will meet through the green doors and brief you on the current status of the world… enjoy breakfast.

The Sonny walks away. once they step out of sight then the person with an ox head turns around to leave.

I look outside again toward the bird memorial. It’s wonderful, Strigiformes, Tyto alba, the barn owl. the shadow cast here is dull. the air seems smoky, actually, there’s a thick layer, fog almost, but there’s no rain… in furthest corner of the lawn she sees smoke leaking out of the a tube protrudes a little bit outside of the building

I’d like to know where my friend is

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in the green room

she looks at her fingers, the pads of her hand spin in a spiral, they look like frozen droplets, as though a swell of energy want to break through, she has long fingers, bad blood circulation, her heart needs assistance

the person who aides me is followed by foolishness

(again!! i’m so tired but will continue this at some point… I don’t think I want to continue working on this story here. but it has been nice to do, nice to generate on this)