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Jagged pieces of light stream
throughout the computer store front window, creeping under the doorways. They
had to dodge the impact. Of light that sparks up when there’s too much
avoidance. It caroms off the shelves, past the sidewalk, and landing right
on a purple tiled floor. It disappears at last. Darkly with a mind that is now
made up. It oozes into the color like the purple of poppy ripping. Congruous. Pieced together until it fits perfectly.
NB: Original post.
NB: Original post.
