Wednesday, April 20, 2011

Blades of the single brown fan turns in a clockwise manner. Slowly and lazily. Loose thread swings wildly as they pretend to rip themselves off from their point of attachment to a nail. The skin senses coolness and the mind is satisfied for some time. A dark mauve-orange sky looms outside. Flashes of brilliant light strike the atmosphere now and then. Lighting the surroundings for fractions of a second. Strands of flying hair block her vision temporarily.

The night will be cool.

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