The Wistful Grid

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The Wistful Grid

The letter is short. The ink is blue. It smells of rain and old paper. I am writing from the desk. The desk is wood. The wood is cold. My hands are cold. I am a clerk. I work for the firm. The firm is old. The firm is large. The firm is gray. I sit in the gray. I count the gray. I am part of the gray. This is a diary. Or a letter. It does not matter. It is a record. I write it for no one. I...

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