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Another Light
By M.C. St. John
QuailBellMagazine.com 
She steeps her tea and says,
Write positive things, full-metered and bursting with light. I know you can. At first, all he does is stare at her. Breathes. Counts. Then: It’s like this, he says, the dark room is where I do my best work, processing in red light and acid baths-- you crack the door, let the dawn in… He slaps the kitchen table. The words blow out and I have blank pages hanging in my mind. She sniffs and says, Nonsense. The moon is light, isn’t it? A full moon pulls the tide up in a swell, the man mirrored on that moon aches to launch out of the dark waters he’s in to dance with Cassiopeia in the aurora borealis. She sips her tea, satisfied. So, who’s living with the writer, hmm? From his shade at the table, he leans over and kisses her-- her round white cheek and her warm lips. That’s why I love you, he says. Stars for your night, she says before getting up to make waffles. Stars for your night.
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