Another life #23

The world is a different place in the dark. Touch and distance and closeness, almost seeing, or imagining that you see. Hard to tell if it seems more or less real, in the dark, holding yourself with cold arms to remember where you are. Something sparkles and fades quickly, leaving a near-memory that you keep reaching for, even though you will never grasp it.

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