A shirt tossed carelessly onto the floor. Speckles of artwork litter the white walls with color. A radio turned on but only half-loud. Lie in heaps on the inn table. Plants growing at deformed angles. Shattered mirrors give way to broken images. Careless dreams are tossed in the corner. With hope hiding under the double framed bed. A vase full of life is knocked over. And becomes half full of death. Interwoven in all of this.

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