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Chapter 57 - Milking Cows
Every passing hour is teeming with possibilities, a veritable tapestry woven from moments that brim with potential and urgency. Just think, in the span of sixty short minutes, life can twist and turn in ways we never anticipated. Here I am, acutely aware of the fatigue that has settled deep within me, leaving me with a weight that feels almost immovable. Yet, the multitude of unanswered questions swirling in my mind acts as an insistent barrier keeping sleep stubbornly at bay. I am all too conscious that if I were to finally give in to the sweet embrace of slumber, I might awaken with a jolt, disoriented and grappling with the disconcerting sensation that time has slipped through my fingers like grains of sand trickling away in an hourglass. In that fleeting moment of waking, I envision m
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