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I still remember the way light caught the dust motes dancing around you while you read, as if the air itself was holding its breath.

I dreamt of a vast garden blooming in the dark, and your words make me wonder if I blinked just as the flowers began to speak.

Caught myself romanticizing the observation of the observer, but your point about the terror of averted focus is undeniably sharp.

Most people stare at the sun until they go blind and call it epiphany.