— 12:00
XII

hour 12

the sun, directly overhead

the shadow has nowhere to go. it folds itself under its object and waits. a bell, far enough off to be civic, rings twelve and ends.

stand a moment in the doorway. then move; the day is half-spent. see noon, which keeps a longer record.

hour 11 · hour 13 · clock room · hourglass

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