Darkness
R RoseAnn V. Shawiak
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Darkness descending just outside the entrance, not able to see
it's blackened inked signature from within this brightly lit
store.
Thinking of nighttime stars above, people heading home from
work and chores, errands having been done, returning home to
rest, watch t.v. and go to bed.
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