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By distant moon Date: 2001 Nov 20 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.20.03.05.12140]] |
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I floated up amused at my feet only to notice the clouds. Their movement being subtle but alive. Still life was more than anyone could ever know. My gravity quotient was rising as I neared the smallest of the bodies. She with her glitter, gold and wares. Still life was just what I imagined it to be. As our eyes met, I collapsed upon myself creating pinpoint accurate vacuums. She dodged, but was raptured. Still life became her only option. Years passed before I exploded once but not once, twice. Then again for measure. She was long gone, but her image... Still life is all I have left. |