Multitudes

Objects.

For several moments, we turned to the windows.

There were shades drawn.

We turned and.

For several moments when we turned we gathered information.

The windows were gone.

There were places of lights in places of lights.

Published in TOK: Writing the New Toronto, Book 7. Purchase the book to read the full piece.

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