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Smooth and rounded, as if gel molded into kind forms hugging small heat and light, they rest among motes of dust as confused days spin around them. Slid into line, they await invitation to welcome with glimmering dim, warmth spreading in a flicker of slipping air swirled about hurried business. Daylight’s kiss flirts for attention, […]

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