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Nattamon Montriwat

A DAZE IN A COLD RAIN/ AN ACHROMATIC WORLD

Drizzling.

I looked to the bus stop.
A golden puppy was sitting there, alone.
Lively, cheerful, and young.
In the blink of an eye, a car drove by.
The puppy disappeared.

The only thing left was a brown paper bag, replacing the young creature.

-Lifeless.

I started walking again.

Still drizzling.

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