A little rattling off the misty window starts speaking until the steam from the kettle joins in. Then a solo bird, a distant humming car. Further on still, an aeroplane? Perhaps too the blood inside your head. And you sniffle. And say sniffle. Sniffle. Rattling. Sniffle. Rattling. Cages of dreams sinking quietly.

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