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In the field behind my childhood home,
a sheep stands in perfect 1080p.
The grass loads in patches.
The sky is a solid fill,
no clouds,
just the hex code for afternoon.
I walk toward the sheep.
The sheep does not walk toward me.
The sheep is rendered at medium quality.
The sheep has not buffered the part where it knows I'm coming.
I sit in the unrendered grass.
The silence compresses.
An ambient track begins: wind.wav.
Everything is almost fine.
Everything is loading.
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