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As the darkness gnawed upon my peripherals, I knew a body fell breathless in the light that remained. Series of plans expired almost as an ironic metaphor for the life itself in the moment. One could imagine a vivid blast of some abstract force of life leaving a person in the form of bright rays of light and a gaseous substance. There was nothing to see, nothing to hear. She had died away for a long time. Now the roar inside her subsided, and all fell tranquil again. A world without her felt oppressively quiet.
Full of Ink,
yours truly.
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Maybe this is the beginning of a series to be called Full of Ink, as Az once rhymed.
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