Francine did not like what she saw with her eyes, so she stood quite still and looked out of the hole she imagined in the top of her head. Where the ideas and prayers and light and dreams moved in and out. She saw the sky and the tips of things that grew in an attempt to reach the clouds. Francine believed all things wanted to touch the clouds like she did. That whatever fingers or claws or branches or wings anything had, they must want to pass them through the misty white. It was just one of the good reasons to look upwards, she believed. The hole in the top of her head was the place from which she saw the most clearly. Her eyes worked, but they were a bit like dirty reading glasses. Until she found the right cloth, or a better prescription, the top of her head was a better window. #nightwalk
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