'm in the middle of an instant of darkness. Like that time when we open hand feeling the wall, the light switch. You know it's there, you know your home from memory, but you resist. Can not find it, and my eyes are opening, used to the dark reality.
Suddenly a beam of light (), but perhaps what is important are the twelve seconds of darkness.
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