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The moon outside is somehow the least strange thing here.

Night itself knocks, grinning at the glass.

Rooted souls labor beneath their own bare branches.

Giant fish sits in therapist's office on armchair.

Hands in dark earth, water rises to meet the sky.

Filed under RECOVERED ARTIFACTS. Cross-reference: greenhouse series, folder 7.

Workers on stationary bikes smile under supervisor's watch.

Scroll rod, three columns, bucket, cow, tumbleweed, farmer, glass, chicken, plate, seal, clouds, arrows.

The bride's tear appears rehearsed, third take likely.

Tiny amphibian souls dissolving into fine morning mist.

Filed under Waiting Patrons. Third such recovery this quarter.

The battery listed has a seven-year service life.