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a moment of clearness, only dark behind the glass of the library door. I'm going out, entering the outside world.

The door swings to close and there it is, a second of snowing inside. White against dark - but my world mixing with the other.

#3

A teacher, standing in front of the class, holding her hands on her hips as the light from the beamer turns her face pale mirrowing only a one word from the computer, the word itself is not a big nor important. Only the irony of the little moment is. There are five big bold letters on her hairline forming a word BLANK