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“When we were new, Rosa and I were mid-store, on the magazines table side, and could see through more than half of the window.”
“Then she continued to walk away.”
“I stared at the glass sheets. The Sun's reflection, though still an intense orange, was no longer blinding and as I studied more carefully the Sun's face framed within the outermost rectangle, I began to appreciate that I wasn't looking at a single picture; that in fact there existed a different version of the Sun's face on each of the glass surfaces, and what I might at first have taken for a unified image was in fact seven separate ones superimposed one over the other as my gaze penetrated from the first sheet through to the last.”