The world is melting
The delicate curve of her spine
Death by abundance
Her arms outspread
What we need most to live will be our demise
The longing in her eyes turns to fear
Rising higher each turn of the tides
A last reach to escape
She falls
We float
The earth as we know it is gone
Jul 7, 2014
Jul 7, 2014 at 9:00 AM UTC
The world is melting
The delicate curve of her spine
Death by abundance
Her arms outspread
What we need most to live will be our demise
The longing in her eyes turns to fear
Rising higher each turn of the tides
A last reach to escape
She falls
We float
The earth as we know it is gone
Global warming, Mother Nature, study of a dancer.
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