The iridescent lighting, scorched glass and ribbons, cameos and metal lace,
The scratching hum of the pencil against paper, The goose bumps forming my body into a cold chill,
The indescribable blue out the window, Indigo, but not.
The coffee filter formed into a flower, dipped in ink and lavender essential oil.
The smell, the relation, the realization.
Panting, Barking, Playing, Laughing, Shushing, Pats and Compromise.
The pitter patter of tiny paws, a visit in the iridescent lighting, an end, a beginning.
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