Light

We open the curtains in a way that natural light could pour to put daily bulbs to shame,causing a bog-like air to rise .Light pours to alter a reality.Shards of sunlight play host to an enhanced reality,beyond a table now grasping a newspaper in its steadfast shadows trailing flying dust.

Light breaks ,ever so delicate,on ice cubes of varying sizes formed when we were sleeping.They will turn liquid shadows losing the reality of forming.

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