Blank. Blank. Blank. But images prop up. Images that make you smile. But mostly ones that make you sad. Why? Becouse why in the first place would one stare at a blank wall? Postulating his presence? I feel not.
Stare. Stare harder, you might actually see, through the wood stains or the cement grains, a picture. A view. To stare..to dare.
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