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If I sit here long enough the walls will lose their hues. Turquoise sheens will fade to cooling blues and the illusive warmth will degrade into shivers that travel like snakes. Alone here there is not much to do, but life long habits start surfacing and I find myself in a dark forest watching small forms with bright eyes staring back at me. This is a memory.