Fiction: The Snow, Unhinged
When I closed my eyes, I saw figurines and silhuettes of people I didn’t even know existed. I saw their head shapes and their teeth, but mostly through an x-ray-type of lense. I saw their jaw and bone structure, as well as, their frizzy uncombed hair. Their bodies and their features, moving along, floating through an undefined space. I captured their movements and judged their clothes. The…
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