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The vortex of time

The uniform tick, tock of the clock. Time passes, never changing. And yet, somehow, it has warped. Whizzing by at the peak of the vortex, dragging slowly on the outer edge. A distorted perception, an unexpected reality. Time drags A mums sits on the bed, listening to her husband snoring. Exhausted. Willing the baby girl at her breast to go to sleep. To let her get some rest. Hours seem to pass in a sleepy haze. She moves the baby so gently but alas, she is awake again. Crying. Only comforted by her mum. And so the cycle goes on.…

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