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Shelter

At the centre of the room lies another room, walls suspended.

It might be a cage. It might be a sanctuary.
It might be a cocoon. It might be a home.

The walls are translucent. The walls are a lens.
There is no door. Only a space, enough for a body to move in or out.

The room within a room used to belong to someone.
  It is vacant now.

Do you move out of a home? Do you escape a prison?
Do you emerge from a cocoon? Do you lose a sanctuary?

What do you become on the other side?




















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