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A single, selferoding column of reversed laughter, shaped like a 6,389dimensional spiral of unformed mirth and inverted joy, rises from the center of a vast, inverted meadow of solidified sorroweach blade of grass carved from the exact moment between a smile forming and its refusal to be shared, a joke being told and dissolving into nonaudible silence, a hand reaching out and collapsing into pure, unacknowledged warmth. The column does not laughit unlaughs, each descending coil shedding a layer of emotional resonance that never coalesced into mutual delight, reforming into ephemeral, sapphirethreaded afterimages shaped like the negative space between two shoulders that never leaned into the

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