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I dreamt of millions of lightbulbs falling through blackness. The darkness is thick and the lightbulbs falls slowly – smashing a thousand at a time against the ground. Like sound of rain, the sound of raining glass and light,  it roars and shatters and crunches so loudly that everything becomes completely silent. A loud silence. I walk through the rain and crunch the glass beneath my toes. The ground absorbs the broken light – and as I walk I begin to pull the light up into myself. Like a plant drinking water. I suck up the light through my toes (my roots).

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~ by warpaintandwandering on December 19, 2012.

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