The Sunday Whirl

Powdery manifestations shuffle along in silence across his brain. He stands in front of the mirror, wraps his head in his hands, nearly crushing his ears. The blade of reason refuses to offer solace, help him defy the memory. The terrible moment is broken as he feels her hand on his shoulder.

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