contrast
Circle of liferefreshed by death, his hunger filled, he procedes to rub his skin raw, lungs rattling.Circle of life
a sunset prepares to strike, wisps of the colors coiled and watching your every move--
he gazes silently, counting until the secret is again hidden. sucked beneath and yet still demanding full attention of pure air. count is up, muscles collapse and bones fall to the ground in silent defeat.
An eye, widened grotesquely in blindness and fear from between the folds before being rubbed raw and discarded as the other gazes on.
liquid. clawing silently at the air
Tai chi
wow.
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Les collines sont vivantes... avec le son de la musique!
"Love is a smoke made with the fumes of sighs,
Being purged, a fire sparkling in lovers' eyes..."
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