Darkness and Light
More by henniebear@kua
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Crack
Salty.
I lick my lips, trying to clean my face. Then I remember, I am not a cat. I lift my hand to my eyes to dry the tears the old fashioned way. They are cold. I am holding hands with myself.
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Comments
The shadow-play on your ceiling is so geometric and cool! I wonder if you would see a subtler version if you turned on the light.
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