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Qualify.
He sits on the edge of his bed, chilled by the morning air, mind filled with the fractured thoughts of the morning dream, something about a dog and the sense of something sexual. A dog barking and a sexual act, so far apart that they could be separate dreams.
He walks stiffly into the bathroom, lifts [...]
Watering – Part II
There is a plant on the kitchen window sill that he waters every night. It’s only small – it’s still in the original flimsy plastic pot – and he keeps it in a little ceramic bowl. But he waters it every night, pouring water into the plant’s centre until the water rises up out of [...]