Scarlet chair

A scarlet chair stands alone on a darkened porch, casting vague shadows on the floorboards like a forgotten thought. The half-light embraces me as I look at the crisscrossing lines, in the hope that in their junctions something would come alive, not like me, who stare at furniture with dust in my eyes.

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