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Artemus Awakes rrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrk rrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrk rrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrk Artemus awakes with one eye, one ear, one day at a time, as Artemus has awakened each of his ten thousand and more days. This day, this one as all, the sum total of ten thousand and more dreams. rrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrk rrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrk
a quiet play of light and shadow and breeze, a gentle doe, still. rrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrk Day breaks hard on the senses of Artemus; too bright yellow on a white west wall, irksome rrrrrrrrrrrrk grating on one, and now both of his ears. rrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrk rrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrk rrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrk rrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrk rrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrk rrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrk rrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrk
and a rhythmic throb, pulse of life, in the animals slender throat. rrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrkrrrrrrrrrrrrk Artemus thinks, the k in rrrrrrrrrrrrk and the beat of his heart are synchronized; k is the sound of r muffled by the blood flowing in our ears. Satisfied, though not particularly grateful for this revelation, Artemus raises and swings a heavy arm, landing it like a fallen tree, dead weight, upon the alarm clock.
a gentle doe, still, even still, in slender crosshairs of the sight, and thinks, of such grace and beauty, what words might poets pen? Of this moment, what words? And with gentle touch, squeezes. r r r r r r r r r rk Artemus thinks, k is the sound of r muffled by the blood flowing in our ears.    
a quiet place of light and shadow and breeze, a gentle doe, still. |
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