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The light slants, and the child's shadow speaks first. Hands folded carefully, like a name no one has called, the hem of her dress dotted with blue dots like breath. Instead of words, the small doll held in her arms knows the weight of the day, and is still learning to wait. On an unwavering pedestal Time, older than the child speaks nothing, and simply entrusts itself to the sunlight. Today passes, and tomorrow remains shapeless, but for this moment it stands still, with an unbreakable warmth.