Eyelids open, eyelids shut. A glimpse to the other side, maybe a ghost or dragonfly. Amelia follows the luminous, transparent wings. Their flutter leaves a red and golden trail with a faint azalea fragrance. Amelia closes her eyes, and follows the scent through dark woods and starless skies. Ears listen,…
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How? Video He Guitar Pink Floyd –archive Tattoo He Phone Pills –attenuate Photo She Mirror Voices –fade away Wish? Rose He Candles Breakfast kiss –frame Wine He Passion Midsummer indulgence –preserve Sculpture She Wings Twilight ephemerality –save You? You He Face Man –contemplate He? You? Ghost Others –observe Amelia…