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It's light, and then it's dark again. Faithfully the town clock marks the hours, but I have no idea how long has gone by since I've been wandering about the house, opening and closing doors, weeping.
Dully and slowly I walk, taking one step and then, a long, long time later, another. So I push on through the unbreathable air, as of a star recently exploded. In the garden the day spreads out thinly, untidy, and without any scent.