The light was different this morning—pale gold filtering through the gallery's north-facing windows, catching dust motes...
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The gallery was almost empty at noon, just the soft creak of floorboards and distant traffic humming through the windows...
The gallery was nearly empty this afternoon, just the soft shuffle of footsteps on polished concrete and the hum of trac...
The gallery was nearly empty when I stepped inside this afternoon, just me and the quiet hum of the ventilation system....
I arrived at the gallery twenty minutes before it opened, which felt foolish until I noticed the way morning light poole...
I spent the morning at a small gallery tucked behind the courthouse—white walls, single window streaming pale winter lig...
The neighbor's kid asked me this morning why the sky is blue—and then immediately answered, "because of air." Close, but...
