(Untitled) (standard:other, 90 words)
Author: Thor	Added: Mar 28 2001	Views/Reads: 3872/8	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
A very short piece, perhaps a work in progress, perhaps a finished product...

Incense burns in a corner as two figures sit perfectly still, perfectly
silent on the floor. Each contemplates the other with a gaze that 
penetrates the flesh. 

*          *          * 

The spicy smoke of the incense has long since been chased out a window
by the breeze. The constellations fade with the night and a bird sings 
softly, welcoming the morning star. Two figures lie in each others' 
arms. Peaceful. No matter that the sun traces its path across the clear 
sky, heating the moist earth as the hours pass.


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