He sits quietly in his empty bedroom, awaiting the mid-sun and his soul’s darker twin. Life has been rough; fire nearly destroyed his home, rain, snow, flooding cut his roadway access and finally the loss of his meager job.
No support beyond her private world, he faces a blank and newly white-washed wall, once filled with photographs and colorful paintings. They’d become grim reminders, like the added gray to hair and deep-set wrinkle-lines that now fill his now inscrutable countenance.
But he knows a terrible secret. And he’ll share it with himself, once that casting orb reveals his shadow, reincarnated.
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