50 for the 25th: Missent

The door is shut.

(andhereigoagainwithonesentenceparagraphssupposedlymindfulofdeliberatesilence)

A note, halfway through, distorts the spill of sunset on the floor. The message, unread, is absolutely clear. The addressed has no other response. The words remain in the dark, in-between. The meaning slips through, silently, unseen.

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