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A short found while searching for old writings I've done.

A blue contrast blanketed the small town we wandered aimlessly our lives in. Cheap lights glowed on very few houses here and there to signal that the holiday season was in bloom. Suddenly the shadows became people: dancing around in my emotions as if they were such trivial things to experience. Some cackled and some screamed, others slowly rose from places they’ve sat for lifetimes too long. The trees around me became suddenly sharper: they were tortured and having endured the sight of a failing evolution among us, grew deep melancholy cores. Their branches seemed to stretch in chaotic ways to warn those that saw �" but the message was received only unto the clouds above. Once a festive charity costume ringing a bell stood by the entrance to every store �" now it was the body clothed in bitterly employed work attire. He’d give a glance at his watch from minute to minute, spin on his heel, and breathe out a deep sigh.