Laughter softly slides after silence surfaces.
Tragic.
Dense thickness the air humid, hot, sweaty.
Before, a joyous time, after comes silence.
Now is change.
To live, to die.
To die a life once lived.
To dream asleep, to dream to be.
Something.
Before, after.
Laughter.
A mockingbird sings songs already sung, still.
Silence surfaces.
And again.
How tragic.
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