Mostly, these things occur in twos or threes. They occur before the sun comes up and before the birds have anyone to sing to. They happen in half your heart, the part that feels altered – like the cooled wax of a lit candle that’s overflowed into the murky light of an evening.

These things appear in subtle moments of unreality; reflected in the angled section of a bevelled mirror.

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