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Mr. Rogers was walking along, lost in reflection, when he came across a photograph lying face down on the charcoal-colored pavement.

As I huddled in my sleeping bag, curled up in a tight ball and covering my small, cold ears with equally small, cold hands, I couldn’t believe I had been excited to go camping.

 Hear now, my sorry so long  Spoken gallingly ironically;  Inadequate lyrics to a cruel, cruel song…  Alas, no elegy can there be  That grasps the bitter harmony!  Oh how I long in vain- oh how I wish  My listless letters to embrace;  To comfort softly, and to kiss  Tear streaked cheek upon pretty face,  And…

The choreography was simple and nondescript, yet crafted carefully too.

In my dream I sat on a plane, though it was hard to say why.

Eyelids inch slowly upwards to a new dawn, and already the question insists … what is one to do?