because they stop moving the way they do...
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She liked things better when they caught the light.
In the passenger seat while her mother’s driving. She watches her talking, hearing nothing but just seeing the sparkle of bright light caught on her bottom lip. It flickers up and down, glimmers as lips flutter.
It rained when she turned on the light outside. The black innards of the house enclosed her. As the rain fell, the light tangled in the drops chosen light. The night was sparkling, fiery drops of rain.
Fish scales filled the metal sink. The substance became iridescent, every swirl, every fold, tiny shimmers sparkled to the surface. Purples and pinks.
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