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Kathy Bradley: Opening the blinds
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Kathy Bradley
Sometimes, when the moon is full, I leave the blinds open and fall asleep with a laser beam of light falling through the window and puddling on the floor, blue-silver and shimmering like watered silk. When I wake up, the moon and its brilliance will have floated to the other side of the sky, the other side of the house, and, in the winter, at least, my bedroom is dark as a tomb. So it is that I can't help being startled when my eyes slide open at the sound of the alarm to find not darkness, but a not-quite-moonbeam of light angling in the window.
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