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This moment slices through all time, a slab of breath, the azure of those eyes, the dancing molecules of her hair’s herbal air curving around his mind. There will be no other so ripe as this thin film, sliding through him as he stands absolutely still in the dark, drizzling rain.

8 thoughts on “Slice

  1. David, Your musical training so shows in your writing here. The matching of the photo and the words is so, so perfect. I could not imagine things another way. I can picture this paragraph within a novell fitting beatifully, yet stll stopping me to admire it as sometimes great writing does.

  2. I love the way this photo works with the words and forces me to look at it — and read it — again. A little glittering jewel only fully seen by pausing.

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