Mystery

this morning's bus stop, shrouded in mystery

It’s like being on an island in the middle of a void, like a floating scrap of a memory in space and time, anchored to nothing and apt to drift away. The sidewalk under foot is distinct enough, but it begins to fray at the edges, spinning into grey.

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