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*This is my special day. I’ve planned it for ever, and a bit more. An early start. I want to depart, before the house awakes. I look down at the water. It swirls and dances, as the vessel fills. Absorption of a picture, on a liquid canvas. I can’t help but stare. Is that really me? “Hello,” I say, Curiously. He doesn’t answer; just stares. Now I’m staring, At him, staring, at me. I reach down and scoop a mass of water, launching it into my face. It delights my skin like a cold knife. I savour the moment. If only my life, could have been this… refreshing. The car is filling quickly now. It will soon be over.*
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Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 12:39 PM UTC
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*This is my special day. I’ve planned it for ever, and a bit more. An early start. I want to depart, before the house awakes. I look down at the water. It swirls and dances, as the vessel fills. Absorption of a picture, on a liquid canvas. I can’t help but stare. Is that really me? “Hello,” I say, Curiously. He doesn’t answer; just stares. Now I’m staring, At him, staring, at me. I reach down and scoop a mass of water, launching it into my face. It delights my skin like a cold knife. I savour the moment. If only my life, could have been this… refreshing. The car is filling quickly now. It will soon be over.*
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golden-ratio
Jun 15, 2010
Jun 15, 2010 at 12:39 PM UTC
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