Imagine, if you will, a meeting as a majestic creature. Its wingspan is the conference table, its feathers the neatly arranged chairs. The air is filled with the gentle hum of fluorescent lights, a symphony of productivity.
As we take flight, our minds soar with ideas, our voices a cacophony of discussion. The minutes tick by like the beating of a clock's wings, each one a reminder that our time is precious.
But what if the meeting is a bird of prey? Its talons snap with the click of a keyboard, devouring time and energy with an insatiable hunger. The air grows thick with stale coffee and forgotten dreams.
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