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The cold metal grate calms her, as supple flesh conforms into the crenellated ridge of many miniature rectangles. With widening eyes focusing so goes her mind into spasms of elastic thought. Unleashed imagination simulates the mass of steel and plastic encapsulating her in a headlong tumbling orbit. She lingers lonely as the space station spins.
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Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 4:55 PM UTC
The Solarium.
The cold metal grate calms her, as supple flesh conforms into the crenellated ridge of many miniature rectangles. With widening eyes focusing so goes her mind into spasms of elastic thought. Unleashed imagination simulates the mass of steel and plastic encapsulating her in a headlong tumbling orbit. She lingers lonely as the space station spins.
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Aug 5, 2011
Aug 5, 2011 at 4:55 PM UTC
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