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A glass door...
A glass door...
Or a crafted door...
A closed door adorned with a Moon, lit by the Moon itself by night...
A door closed by a shade of pale; a whiter shade of pale. Or, was it something else? The light of an eye? The shadow of that rounded thought?
The hazyness of a lost soul? The dark side of a distant Moon, a golden Moon?
The tides of Mars? The unthinkable size of Canis Major?
It was probably the color of the endless space, and the shapeless time...
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