The year begins. Hopes, not high to begin with, lower slightly. An incident occurs. A birthday is celebrated. An anniversary passes without acknowledgment. An incident that has previously occurred is studied, po-faced, by a commission. A cloud clears. Fireworks open like blanketflowers. A celebrity dies in a planned accident. A domesticated animal is born with two heads, each wearing a different expression, and quickly becomes a national icon. Peerless books fall off the shelf. Stolen forks jangle in a pocket. Two old friends lie in bed, discussing a third. A chemist, a battener, and a monk are sent for and ride up in the elevator together, each considering the other two, wondering silently what quality or qualities might possibly unite the trio and cause them to be sent for in this manner. A population is stirred by a leader. Another population is placed upon a burner and brought to a boil. A beautiful woman reads an article and understands, for a moment, everything. A beautiful child is read to and understands nothing. A technology creeps up upon unsuspecting rubes. A noise at night is a sad minor chord. The past recedes. The past recedes. The past repeats.
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