Light on Paper
The pages, laid haphazardly on their perch, form rectangular planes of light framed by triangle shards revealing of the ones beneath. Gravity pulls them arching to the floor diminishing the glow to grey as they bend away from the source. The overlaps, barely apparent through the transparency of the leaf, lend reflection up through the ceiling to the ones above. The light is pale and diffused. It is a gray day dawning into the darkness of the room. Dim forms remind me of shelves and chairs where I left them. The white pages – a floating vision revealing words – unrecognizable text, are the brightest reflection of a dark morning.
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