Friday, March 15, 2013

window.

Open.  Close.
Slip.  Slap.
Whoosh.  Bang.

The door drops.  Dramatically.

Icicles form and decay.  Inside, the fairies grin and spin tall tales.  Perhaps one day, they too will know the meaning of delight.

On.  Off.
Up.  Down.
Click.  Clack.

Pulse.

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