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i thought about you for a very long time today.

and i imagined a piece of glass. by the window, across the lane. and when the little kids bicycled along the power lines, they left a trail. incomplete and patchy.

but the story never ended. i am not sure how or where it began. and i bet i never will. such is the nature of our demonstration. your fury blazing on a canvas across the wall. and i leap over the windows, and the wall that you built.

if i could pull out an item from the box, i would pull out water. so that you would see your face. and your half-smiles.

open your door sometimes. there's a sparkle on your face.