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As an opposite, with no

disregard for motive but plenty

of motive to disregard, I enter

the realm of felicity. Sometimes

living is no living at all.

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I can notice - or want to - when

the workmen come, and the 

painters and the bakers and the 

clerks. They each enter these 

buildings for work.

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Some with hands held high 

in greetings, they seem mostly 

to all know each other. Repeated 

undertakings and daily meetings;

ships passing in the daylight hours. 

Any hurry seems to hurt, as they 

enter, steady, and in concert  - not

as one but as many between them.

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Tedium along the concourse,

but with a rumble and a din.