the sky wasn't grey, nor blue. it was full of spring, but windy with winter, standing at the top of the staircase i could see it all, and not be seen. the light changed, the cars collided silently. i blinked. then blinked again, pivoted on the ball of my right slippered toe, and held the bathroom doorjam with white and cold purple fingertips. it
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