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    • Mar 26, 2016
    • 1 min read

White worms

The other day I saw them, fading worms of white. There were so many writhing, and clouding up my sight. I have no idea what they meant, they danced like crawling light. And as those few seconds passed, they were so pleasantly bright.

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