The light in its monochrome meets the cold of the slab.
Circumstantial shock from below from above, lifting probable sleeping child, transfer of power between night and day.
The light is like this, double-duty. there meeting of the offered and the given, the thrill that fills us with love in our vulnerability, the restless approach, the pleasure of a flight that never will stop because it is from the nest that we take the birds.
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