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Red terracotta brick silently strong below
Porcelain that clinks, prettily.
No one notices. Tiny feet
Sneak across the dusty floor.

Grab a cookie from the plain red jar

While silk clad figures
Debate over tea whether
The way things have always been done still works.

Behind a shadowy screen, wide eyes watch
The show,
Like we always do.

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