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  • Alone (In the lunch room)

    The chairs scrape against the coldtile floor, the trays are placed into the rack, voices of laughter bounce off the walls. The abandoned milk jugs; half empty or half full. ...

    • Poetry
    • Dramatic
    1 min read


The real voyage of discovery consists not in seeking new landscapes, but in having new eyes.
— Marcel Proust