In the center of the room in the dream,
there was a circular glass bin, about 6 feet high.
It was filled with several thousand chips.
I walked over to the bin and looked in.
Inside, giant blades, like those in a blender,
were moving slowly, grinding the chips
into small, powdery pieces.




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Uncle Roger File 3: Terminals by Judy Malloy
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