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Show (DESPITE THE LIGHT, THE DARK, P. 2) of the walls, the room looms, inexplicably, as a refuqe, an oasis fenced in from the rest of the world, in which the overhead light warms, like sunlight, and the dull, inflexible furniture sits in attendance, offering comfort. iiumb and silent, he rarnerriDers the pleasures of the evening. He knows that nothing happened tonight tiiat will not happen again. Still, like the cm Id lifted into the air by his father's large hands until, face to face, they smile, he suddenly feels weightless, risen. |
