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Perfection and change A winged man_ creature beyond compare, reaching for a shadow... cast by nothing... maybe just a feeling or a dream glimpsed for only a moment in a dying light. The beautiful things beyond our reach brought to mind_ perhaps a fleeting apparition we pass in dark hallways or alleys or the sensation of hands upon our flesh when no one else is around. A love dies_ changes form or just moves beyond our reach as forever we search within and without ourselves while moving through a world we actually see so little of... |
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