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soft reflections

waiting for a storm to pass,
you go for a walk downstairs

leaving seated whispers...

and their reverberous echoes
as they fill the dimmed court
to accompany the lingering smells of various foods

...for a short sensory journey

you begin to wander,
looking up and watching the lightning through the skylights
occasionally hearing the trickling of a fountain - the sound of every drip refracting across the atmosphere

the tranquil cacophony is broken
when you hear an almost faint call from the mezzanine
but another look up sees no one
and an escalator climb finds no one

yet you shortly pace to find the words -
you are here