Antagonist

Social creatures, humans elaborately ornate Fighting over the way it sounds,repeated Odd offshoot, cambria herald branches extended Weathervane spins lazily under grey skies Social isolation.

Ring bell for service

The glass doors opened.Swoosh of air; friendly chime, (I remember a time before now) He greeted me sternly. It was cold in the shop, you the warmth radiating from memory uncurled coils of rope Whispering against the floor.

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