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Forty Seven

I thought today that I do, indeed, sit still. Not even my eyeballs move. I am watching little bits on the surface of my eyes. I am digesting wine. My blood is pumping something sore. A lot of me is aching. If I walk to three separate stores today, only to accompany other people three separate times, does that mean there's nothing much to do in life? For now, it is so.