One monotonous day is followed by another monotonous, identical day. The same things will happen, they will happen again -- the same moments find us and leave us. A month passes and ushers in another month. One easily guesses the coming events; they are the boring ones of yesterday. And the morrow ends up not resembling a morrow anymore.
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