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The elephant trumpets.

 Predictions are made.

 No call received.

 The butterfly flits and plays.

 The frog is silent, still and waits.

 Windows a washed in red.

 Christ barely hangs on.

 My reflection dusty and cold.

 The door is open.

 I am alone.
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