The circle is squared; thick
brown rectangular trapping
static lines. The red line
pauses;
an
eternity for each second.
Parallel bars lined in thick
black ink rest on the number
three. The meaning crushed
beneath the weight
of waiting
Straight lines;
seldom straight forward.
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| Photo credit: Darnok |
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This is part of the small stones writing challenge
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