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i've spent enough time working in the dark to know that light has it's own kind of density. itโs a momentum that bounces off the median and sweeps across your face before disappearing into the mirrors.. leaving the grit of the journey behind.
maybe thatโs why those sanctuary windows feel so heavy. they carry the weight of something innocent we all used to know, before the world began to unravel.