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Dreamtime: Lockdown

Nighttime never ends; the cold rain enforcing the quarantine choking our city. Sleep comes in bursts, the day-bed perched in the side room upstairs from the nightclub my ship, rolling in dreams, the only sounds, giggling, and the mechanical dishwasher... the slope through the room littered with dirty dishes and hard glances. My job, the dishwasher, a bastion of nobility amid ruined lives and shattered hope, what could be... a doorknob twist away. Sunday March 29th 2020

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Date: 3/29/2020 10:11:00 AM
Urgent ... it is just a door knob away...I like how you expressed yourself
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