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  • I wondered what the hallway was like, the light flooding down from the shiny fanlight. I imagined it dark but clean, shadows from the doors into rooms and maybe a very few stray dust motes in the air.

    A wooden chair stood against a wall on a hard floor. Nothing soft. I couldn't imagine anything soft. No children. Not in this place.

    But if you lifted your face to that fanlight you would see a sky bluer than the door. And feel alive.
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