To color them night.
Wooden faces seek look left. Day of Resurrection.
Wood wood wood not stone.
But still. Not still in the least.
Wait. Disconnected arms of oak branching out.
G man pushing pulling stone walls stone blocks building stone wall.
Face chant.
Push pull wall.
Door behind wall and separate.
One side separation from past.
Other, separation from us.
I imagine...
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