[little electric pastel peach splash]
[interworkings of outerworkings]
[the cornering window]
i was walking what seemed too fast friends awaited me my feet trod over but my ears were in the other sounds. the night was falling and no matter how much i rubbed my hands together they remained cold as the air. doorways and windows cast beacons of yellow. i was moving in all the cracks and spots. it was just me and then i turned the corner and there were others i stepped down and was swallowed by the warmth and the faces.
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