“A beam of light shimmering through. Bounces around like a prism, giving off an airless carefree radiance. The beauty of this shine does not run deep. Inside lay the truth behind the visible. A trail of moisture remains, descending from curve to curve. Smells like nothing. Salty to taste. Each speck carries a memory, as if to discard the thought. Harder and faster the fall. A throbbing pain and a weakened structure.” – Me
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