Opening and closing a door, over and over again, until I’m not
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There’s a certain ‘white-that’s-not-white’ in the shadow of a sunrise. The shade opposing the warm light pulls to blue. I’m tempted to look that up, to learn the reason why light does what it does — though my eyes confirm it, my camera confirms it. The chickens are scolding me. I can hear them clucking under their breath from behind…