Mismatched snapshots in sepia and grayscale sit dog-eared on a chipped mantle. Same picture, different tone. Painted royalty carries on in a glass palanquin. A discerning man watches quietly with a shoulder heavy with actions. A web of summer sunlight outlines more than a single gap. It all is washed away under routine. The smell of consonant bleach remains.
11:40 a.m. - 2017-08-28
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