As soon as I press "done!" I stand up to look out the window I'm sitting in front of the window, yeah, and all through writing it I was watching like television, craning my neck, putting stress on my shoulders and the grit of my teeth at the darkness, the shades, the dips in cloud cover I can barely see anyway because it's so dark so I press send after that conversation and subsequent wandering I press send and I stand up to get a better look at the storm past my field of vision at this particular window where the black and the grey have melted away under the force of that pink that bright fucking magenta somewhere behind this the sun is setting the red light of the antennae in the center at the bottom I wanted to photograph it but it is gone already it was only for that moment like saffron curtains waving in the wind only to be seen in that moment and known
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