It was beautiful that day.

I was thinking that.

It was beautiful.

And while I was thinking that,

it changed.

Not suddenly or obviously.

Just slowly.

Slowly it became nothing.

Nothing that anyone would notice.

Its hard to grasp what nothing is.

Nothing is where everything stops.

And then it was ugly that day.

I looked to see what changed.

And you had moved the nothing into something.

And something was ugly.

Ugly is better than nothing you said.

I remember it was beautiful that day.

And then there was nothing.

And then something.

Something ugly.

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