Lights on the coffee house sparkled, the quiet, almost mum, darkness, blended in.
Psychedelically, they both it seemed were having a conversation about life and its various shades..
When the conversation turned to darkness, turning on the shore of lights, to have a good time, when darkness just started to curl up that grin someone pulled the plug...
And darkness plunged and it all quietly ended - the melancholy of the dark was not seen in the absence of light..
No one ever knew !
hdk
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