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An hour ago I was sitting on my potty and staring at the tiny spot on the bathroom rug. It is plain cotton, off-white, at the moment moderately clean rug from IKEA.  As it often happens, the patters of the surface, specks and all, formed into something definable. (For instance, when I lived in Tashkent, on the toilet door frame the shadows […]

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