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Glass

Often, it was invisible to my eyes, yet it was still always present. Changing perspective was all it took for me to see the reflection of the Sun’s Light, to witness the beaming, bright array of a Rainbow. Even so, I was not satisfied. I still yearned to directly embrace the Sun’s Warmth. I desired nothing more than its Comfort. However, when I tried to touch it, feel it, hold it— the Glass shattered. The shards tore through my flesh, reopened my long-sealed wounds, mutilated my fingers that had reached out, expecting the warm, soothing Comfort of the Sun’s Shine.

Glass

Often, it was invisible to my eyes, yet it was still always present. Changing perspective was all it took for me to see the reflection of...