An agglomeration of bent legs protrudes, impossibly, through the concrete floor. Viewed from afar, their matte blackness reads as sameness. Move closer, however, and their muscular curves and waxy surfaces become more varied. Each fragment remembers the imprints of the fingers that molded it into being.
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