Tag: light
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the color of light
1. there are rainbows in the kitchen sink. I can’t explain them, except to say they appear there from time-to-time just above the slippery wet silver, arched + perfect. today I am self-regarding enough to wonder if the precocious prisms realize I’m here too: do they see or sense me as I see and sense them? their pulsing…
santos scribes 