The Opaque twelve shapes.

As i approached the opaque glass within the tea house from twelve feet away the two shapes become visibly animated and muffled sounds of emotional excitement fade muted silence broken by a ringing phones. As i stop a dogs paw appears at the frosted window and a regression of the past starts ” do you think it’s snowing where i come from now” staffs and lanterns appear and the words cast across the frozen ground  “no wolves skating on ponds here they were cleared only men who imagined themselves to be” taking the form of animals hiding beneath the trees covered in snow drifting fields.the hum of a badly wired electric fence hums in distant land strange sensations of living two life’s as it spins eights.

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