. well, Isn't the world beautiful this morning?
Little men working in the big doll house across from me; a pretty painted wall of chairs and coffee berries painted on the window like a holographic logo, while learners and teachers and doers walk by purposefully with hoods and leaned umbrellas; inside my body lounges on warm leather with 10 fingers busy pressing buttons, eyes busy reading, mind busy finding meaning; outside their body busy staying upright and moving forward, feet touching rubber touching wet pavement and muddy sod squares, mind busy racing to their destination, their feet finding the next sound step. Outside, wood, metal and heavy machinery bang and rattle like the coffee machine and register behind the counter. Outside birds chirp because it's the thing to do right now and inside the patrons are singing little songs to each other too. Inside, in my head, Animal Collective is making funny noises and singing words I can't understand but that sound nice.
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