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November 14, 2018
The clocks are all awake now. The brass pendulums are swinging. The gears are moving, gentle breezes surrounding them. They are sending vibrations to each other. They are, of course, in perfect unison. They are alive, flashing in precise accord. Flashing in dance. They are singing praises. This is what these clocks do: they sing. The wood, metal, and glass cases are breathing. The dampers have fallen off the weights of the first clock. The second clock is swaying gently. The third clock has moved a full two inches from its corner. The watch is spinning silently in its drawer.