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Toast

After a brief illness, some dry toast. This is how we create the world; with electrochemical reactions. Some enzymes melt monsters, some chew moccasins to make a morning supple enough to make it to evening, One thought must be hammered to another until a scaffold is erected into mind-bones. After the toast, a part of me goes for a walk, another part stays home repairing a straw life, in case the big bad wolf returns.

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