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"Surreal and poetic reflections on life and imagination... told in 3rd person through the dreams and adventures of two beings, Sa and Atee." 

Thursday, October 30

Number Sixty Six

Sa stepped out. He saw someone rolling out of bed, and he saw them awaking in a palace, a single star illuminated their chambers, flowers erupted out of vases and soft slippers grew around their feet.

They weren't preparing for work, in this view they were living in paradise. In this view they were alive forever. Nobody else saw this and this brought a weight upon his heart. And he promised to never forget this miracle.

Sa twisted. He saw leaves drifting to the ground, and he saw them rolling in bliss, a laugh brought them closer together. Colors left the ground and swirled around into whisps around and around, higher and higher painting rosy and painting aqua, painting cool and painting warm. The leaves sunk into the colors and vanished.

Sa opened his window. Out there, beyond where the clouds formed, before where colors ended, beyond where the seeds fell, before where beauty and love were lost. When grapes and time sat in bowls and when the winds reversed to return to their source.

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