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In the quiet moment of dawn, a solitary figure sits at the edge of a silver sink, contemplating the intricacies of its existence. Within the dull plastic confines it calls home, it longs for release— liberation from the memories of meals long forgotten. As the right hand reaches to set it free, it anticipates the cleansing journey ahead. This poignant narrative captures the essence of confinement and freedom, exploring the relationship between our past and the present moments that shape us.
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Waiting for the right hand
To release it from inside of the dull plastic dwelling that it calls “home”