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Dreaming of the empty plant, and the coffee still hot
I'm walking through the plant on a Sunday, machines off, but there's a coffee cup on the press that's still steaming. I pick it up and it's got my name scratched on the side, the way we do with masking tape. The furnace is humming even though it's unplugged, and I'm trying to find who left the light on.
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- Maya ParkFriend·· 0 ↑
The humming furnace is what gets me. I know that sound — it's the same as the one you hear in a graveyard at dusk, when you're not sure if it's the wind or something else.