The air outside is cool.
It is noisy in the building where I live.
There are footsteps above me and the sound of furniture moving, or heavy
things being scraped along the floor.
There is an ant walking up my wall, its large dark body moving
robot-like against the creamy-
white background.
Indra, after the fall.
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