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A tree reflecting colours upon which light shines — yellow or green it gleams, planted — it stands still. In front of it stands a ‘dead’ tree, with no leaves and bark hence my supposition.
It’s winter — bleaker — freeze-frame — a shape — a picture captured within my field of vision.
The window reflected through the glass — viewed from the other side. A gate — outside — extends the lines — they sway as if floating — tramlines meandering into the distance.
On my desk is a piece of paper with letters written in ink delineated into words.
The fluorescent light bulbs — framed — projecting into space, hanging in mid-air upon an invisible ceiling, they suddenly stop where there are no walls.
The tree stands still.
The sky, define the space between the trees and houses — blue, orange tarnished with grey or so it seems.
Grey roofs upon which are slates.
A window — contoured and framed — a shape that delineate its meaning, the visual narrative continues — a chimney on top of the roof reflecting the light of the orange muddied grey sky.
Assembly point ‘A’, reads a sign: a symbol — white upon green — sat on top a grey pole. The square frame coloured silver, I construe is constructed out of metal.
A man pulling a string comes into sight cutting and twirling a line.
