Stoney faces.
Void eyes.
Black as their iris.
Bleak as untouched snow peaks.
Blank as the pages of a burnt book.
A single spark.
Starts
A flurry of lifelike arcs.
One flung like a buoy to a drowning man.
Another handed like bread to a starving man.
Grasped and cradled for the hope that one can.
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