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A first post, and a broken glass.



Another quiet night here at the Tavern. Do you ever feel like you’re in the middle of nowhere?



I keep waiting for that bell over the door to ring. Sometimes I imagine I hear it ring, and I look over to see if the door has actually opened, but no.



I broke a glass earlier. I have been getting in the habit of cleaning all of the glasses that hang above the bar, every day. They’re never dusty when I take them down, but I clean them regardless.




This one slipped out of my hand. Wriggled out of my hand? It shattered on the floor – funny how far the fragments and shards can go. I found one in the far corner to the left while I was sweeping up later. Cut my thumb on it picking it out of the dustpan.



It’s me against the silence, here.



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