Solidarity feels familiar every now and then.

It’s like an old friend visiting you in a timely manner.

It conditions you within the confines of the room.

You gaze through your window.

You find yourself joyfully basking in the afterglow.

You let it stay for a moment–solidarity.

After all, this is the only chance you get

to be reminded of his presence before he left this room.

Hello, you.

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