painted white metal at the edge of the staircase, reflected in glass as a sawtooth ribbon
the shape of the flags flying above the police station, the somnolent breeze tries to push out the stripes of the transgender and rainbow flags, but then they fold over, leaving a triangle with a tail
shadows of new bright white shelves on a white wall and the pencils with their triangular shaft waiting for meon the desk
cheese wedges sliced for lunch
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