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surprise, common but rare, change flows across vision. Its colour could be
called grey, though involves any colour in view – B&W page, green tree,
blue of January, human face. As you attempt to cope, sunspots and floating
fibrils inside enclosed lid entertain space. You’ve found yourself in love, or
out of love. You’ve lost what you knew you would lose, or found it. You are
caught off-guard by news, music’s centre, words, looks... Or, their slow
response. Flooded with emotion, involuntary, maybe cause and effect, there is
no time to think, the result tears. Future is a little clearer.
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