Spring is approaching; elongating the day as we know it bright, but leaves are not yet here to fluoresce and mask distant places from our sight. 

Suddenly a glass incrusted capsule has revealed itself in the middle of old soviet, 165 degrees across my bathroom window. What occurs in such a bulb, accessored with chimneys, ladders, and plastic bands brooding vertically to blur away this inscrutable interior?

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