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Oct 2010
The teacher drones on
about this subject and that
while my eyes, once
again drift towards the carpet.

Waves of beige and
dark colors in a seemingly random
pattern come to life.

Twisting, turning, flowing
in every direction like a
river of color spilling
all over the floor.

I'm mesmerized by this
show until suddenly I'm
called on and have to go
back to the real world,
leaving behind my entertainment
for the class.
Kimberle Killips
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