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[whirring_mind]

Patterned, sideways moving, crablike cuts. Twirls progress, like ribbons, small as pockets, steps. Steps. Bent backwards, moving for wards tucked in corridors in houses painted blues, greens. Splotching -- (like) us. Patterned, leave overlapping, crossing, not crossed or bent; furrowed, sniffing suspiciously-- life’s proximity. Receding into greys

Comments

[voz_de_fuego]

This is amazing. I read and reread it like four times. I love the rhythm and flow of your prose. Damn.

[whirring_mind]

Thanks.

[fourcorners]

I always think you have very amazing writing ability

[whirring_mind]

I have moments. Thanks Sharpie.