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this should have been a picture, but i didnt have any paint! |
| This summer room waits; white-walled, bare. A body sprawled brown and naked, corded limbs open to static air. On the wood floor a stuffed cat curls, ears pricked and wary, Wired to nothing. And the electric fan whirls; its purr the only Movement. Stirring life through this still life in Summer. |