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A hole in the world

You know where you stand. You always stand beside the same litter bin. Its part of the routine, part of the habit. You don’t even know the bin is there. Yet if it was to go, you would feel strange. Come the morning when you go to stand in the place you have always stood, you will feel the vague pang of unease and loss as you feel something to be missing.

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