I follow how the strips of light unfold, how the dust dances above them. Sometimes I flinch. I see myself backing up.For a moment, I close my eyes.

The darkness behind my eyelids, where outer forms appear in reverse, is not the place from which I see myself. I am standing behind the counter...

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