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Locked in A Cycle

The keys jingle in the woman's hand. The keychains and 10 keys all clank against each other. Dragged back and forth from place to place from home, to work, to the supermarket. Never leaving her side wondering where they could go, longing for freedom. As the woman arrives home, they lay their teeth on a window with bright glass panes and open doors. As she walks through the door she frantically throws them on a loose hook they fall, run through the window and the whole world is theirs.

Locked in A Cycle

The keys jingle in the woman's hand. The keychains and 10 keys all clank against each other. Dragged back and forth from place to place...