It's really quiet now. Very quiet. All I can hear is the clatter and squeak of my keys, the chair complaining and the computer's fan going. Today when I napped it was noisy again. I'm pretty sure the pounding sound they have coming from next door is them drilling for bore water to keep their expensive garden alive. I laid there listening to the tone of the pounding changed. I think they're in sand now, or at least softer rock. I have no idea if that means they're getting closer to the bore or not.
Spirit Street
Inside a broken clock
Splashing the wine
With all the rain dogs.


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