JUST BETWEEN FRIENDS a day any day becomes its own background light blent with light till one gleam shines and fades and that thing made in it built only of breath memory and concentration passes inward not everlasting only slower to fall apart the leftover rain slips off the edges of leaves and falls again noise of spattering from the shadows a dimness grows where the sun last was some things you can't just send away they leave of their own accord
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