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       entry 7
       february 18th, 2025
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       the sky is dodger blue (#1e90ff)
       with specked pattern of cirrostratus clouds
       at least as seen through the ceiling windows
       it's 7:45:25 says a clock that updates every fifth second
       
       i smiled from my first cup of tea this morning
       
       measured in minutes, its been 90 since
       and i'm on my third cup now
       
       but measured in lived moments or `duration`[1]
       it feels like i must have lost... a few
       
       time and memory combines into a sieve
       not asking for scientology level promises of "going clear"
       but there are too many moments lost to being unattended
       
       [1] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Duration_(philosophy)