258/365: No Time For Solipsism

What have I done here? / Why get up? / She squints at the morning light. / There is more, right? / This is no time for questions. / There is email, / and coffee to be made. / Maybe she'll sing a song? / She shuffles into slippers. / Morning is no time for solipsism.
What have I done here? / Why get up? / She squints at the morning light. / There is more, right? / This is no time for questions. / There is email, / and coffee to be made. / Maybe she'll sing a song? / She shuffles into slippers. / Morning is no time for solipsism.
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