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i find it incredibly relieving when i am alone in this house and loosing my mind dreaming about all the colors and faces i could be surrounded by and all i see are the closed eyes of my white closet door and it's immobile wooden skeleton ajar from the wall and all i can hear is the sound of air trying to escape a clingy bottle of diet coke- and the only sign of life independent of me is dust on the floor and water beads collecting on the inside of the bottle like a great population waiting for its speaker that you simply have to breathe into a harmonica like sucking on an orange to excrete beautiful sounds. . . i think i played silent night on the small instrument that looks like a fat chopstick with cubbies doubting the miami sunshine from under the hood of my white winter fleece. i find it even more relieving that all you have to do is open a book to recieve confirmation of your suspicions of the complete absurdity and ruthlessness of the universe. that is today's claire prayer.