Days add on with days to carry the train a chug closer to closing in on the closing down before the event of a phoenix reborn.
A morning stroll under the weight of a tauntaun throws out the rest of the face. Down for a second and the mask winds up leaving the skin naked and without hours of steaming vapour and sweat. Working to register the fact, there is nothing but face on face interactions, barriers no longer for so far as the day is long.
One hour passes. And another. Then another.
And then the day is dusk and leaves no desire for the reattachment before walking back under lights and the blaring of feet before the steps.
Soon Van - Thursday, August 17, 2006 - 19:21
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