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Suddenly I put on pause.

Silence.

Light. No movement, no micro passed through this corner. Tomorrow will not either. The light pole remains at yellow. I just watch from the stairs.

Suddenly I began to play.

Sound.

Colors. Someone is moving in the sidewalk. The light lit yellow, green, red, blue and fuxia. The whereabouts and not empty. I'm not on the stairs.

I suddenly got in rec.

Spirit.

Space. I move in the micro, I lit the yellow light pole. The cold outside, the moisture in the window playing with the colors of light. I get off at the corner. I sit on the whereabouts. The ladder is gone. Stayed away.