coffee.
chocolate.
writing.
acres of trees slaughtered for my paper pages.
silence.
one door opens. closes with a creak.
red pens. blue pens.
binders.
more spreadsheets.
achy joints, stuck at this chair.
no windows. no passage of time.
some office chatter.
four more hours to go.
wishing for sunshine.
hoping these words, figures, charts, tables will mean something to someone after i am through.
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