New light.

Looking to the darker west as a form of resting the eye, the natural light always finds me, always gets me, always shining warmth to tell me one more time that I am not safe yet, that there’s no rest until I no longer feel you on my eye coming through the glass; that I must stand again and shine on darkness with the light.

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