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and adjust my eyes to the dawn light that is
entering through my bedroom window. What are
these? Blessings or curses? They look like cut
up strands of DNA sequences, or better yet
movie film edits that end up being discarded
after being rejected from lengthier completed
stories. That would explain a lot. The noises
and the movement, the symbolism found
throughout the unfinished phrases. Sinister are
the ones that I remember, nightmarish and fear
inducing. Like those
