Poems For Thomas

((I won a contest with this one. Formatting was sorta killed though.))
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Victor was sort of tired, but she felt elated, and she really, really needed to paint. So she set up papers and two canvases. And paint. And waited for Piers to show up. She closed her eyes and pictured the beautiful things that happened that day. The light bouncing off of the Nexus walls, talking with Daniel, seeing the sun rise.

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The sun was high and tired-looking in the sky by the time the place came into focus. Victor checked the slip of paper. 678 Redford Street. This was it. It was painted in grays and peeling whites. And it was huge.

"Wow," Victor said, glancing over at Daniel. "There's already a bit of paint inside."

((Maybe something like this? http://www.dreamhomedesignusa.com/jpegs/Victorian%20adj.jpg))