It was a dark and stormy night. The lights on the street were off. The cars went past without sparing a glance at the street with the lights turned off. The street with the lights turned off had a secret. The secret wasn't a brutal murder, or a hidden cellar of weapons. And there wasn't a secret lab there. But there was a secret, a vicious secret. If you walked down that street, you would see nothing off, but you would sense the secret. If you look around enough you might think you found it, but tonight there wasn't a chance of that. Why is this such a hard secret to find? you think, and pictures of absurd creatures of the dark appear. But no, those belong somewhere else. Maybe it is just the storm? you think. Think harder, think darker. Are your thoughts flickering yet? Or do you believe that your brain is a light everlighted? That is the secret of the lights. None are pure and never flickering, all flicker once or many more times then go out. That is the secret of the street without lights.
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A Visitation
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