Ominous Tales of a Dreaming Wrinkle

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Wrinkles on a white lab coat fold into themselves,
cover blind spots the naked eye often neglects and hug one another tightly. They briefly brush against each other and rush along about their day, scratching the surface of their neighboring menace, touching each other’s fingertips. Carefully, meticulously placed they frame a beautiful calligraphy
that’s stitched onto someone’s right chest pocket.