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| the neighbor's lawn sprinkler (c. 2000) Why is my neighbor's sprinkler on at 5 in the morning? it's almost hypnotic in its rhythm of chkchkchkchkchkchhhhhhchhhhhk it reminds me of those trains that run in your dreams, but only there does it makes sense. So can one find nirvana in a lawn sprinkler? |
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