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Pearls and Charcoals - a memory
I rub my sleeve against the blurring glass – his smile has dissolved into those million pearly droplets clinging to the exterior. Gleaming white in the terminal lights. Like the dim illusion of a long-ago dream. I can still make him out in the distance – clad a sober white as usual.
A brown spreads through the pearls. Rising and falling like the cadence of life.
I wave back at him, hoping he’d know.
And the bus rolls on to the dark night, replacing my pearls with dull charcoals.
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