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Did you see it?

Did you see the light square move? So slow, but it’s moving and it’s the crack in the lines and the the crack in the sky and the crack in between and the heat makes it hotter and the cracks widen and the glass heats up and the particles move faster and those in my mind are desperate to hold on to this moment over and over, standing on this floor, looking out over the space that could be the ocean or the air or, not a space I could stand on, and my head has already made a bridge over to that square portal space that is like a window over a window but is more like a blessing of light on stone that my head holds for this moment as long as, I am warmed by the thought of the stone being held up high.