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let me not walk blind |
| sun in the eyes, I told my parents, wincing away from the bright and into the cool peace of shadow, where I stayed so I could see. it’s the edges. it’s the intrinsic qualities of the extremes which blind me. sun shining down and reflecting off the sand, turning the world white as a snowstorm. night falling deep in the depths of a cave, where denizens grow oddly, untouched by even a reflection of a glow. let me dance in and out of shadow. let me live in sight. line count: 24 Prompt for: Jan 29, 2016 ▶︎ |