StoryofYourLife - k a m e l i . n e t

up to the table. As we crossed the paint line, the looking glass appeared to grow transparent; it was as if someone was slowly raising the illumination behind tinted glass. Theillusionofdepthwasuncanny;IfeltIcouldwalkrightintoit. Oncethe looking glass was fully lit it resembled a life-sized diorama of a semicircular room. ................
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