It glows
outside.
10: 51 pm.
All is white,
yellowish tinge.
Lights bounce everywhere
Seems like dawn.
Trees so defined
against the sky
houses peek
from underneath the glaze
everything is
. calm
. quiet
. serene
until
CRASH,
red on
white
more
defined than the
trees.
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