Carpets running all over the waiting room, not matching
at all as they travel into back rooms.
Totally separate designs on carpet squares going to the
doorway, where another carpet, lying in a single file
continues on it's way to the end of the hallway.
Different aspects, not all correct in the scheme of
interior designs - a mixture of hodge-podge, settled
into place without any actual purpose.
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