Categories: Creative Writing, Inspiration
The Cloud Man approached with care and cause the woman he knew would have his answer.
Ms. Hope watched on as The Cloud Man lost his arms and his arched billows became wisps, preparing her remand.
In the middle at an apex approximation they spoke and exchanged a breath.
Their words came and went, until Ms. Hope and The Cloud Man bent.
Towards a touch. A closeness that darkened her over eager edges and evaporated his hole inside.
Unity, Reality forged as life and death converged.
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