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Last summer, on May 26, 2024, I worked late into the night and fell asleep in bed with the light still on.
Around 3 a.m., half-asleep, I woke to the sound of the light flickering off.
Oh, another electrical problem, I thought. I wanted to go back to sleep, but just in case it was an issue with the wiring—this is an old house, and problems like that happen often—I turned over and got up.
And there,
in my small room,
stood a sturdy guy, about six feet tall
— framed against the blue night.
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(on-going writing)
"please bring a physical object related to your Total Work of Art"
