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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." 

Saturday, November 7

Number Two

Through Sa's fingers a metallic, liquid slime dripped and sludged its way to the bottom of the river.

Sa was back to where the bubbles popped at the surface. Once a bubble had lifted him above the surface before disintegrating. The bubbles released waves of heat, which was trapped within them.

Those on the beach watched as another departed, hypnotized by the ominous attraction of the clouds. Those close to shore laid on their bellies, like ancient turtles, and built sand villages. Every once and a while a sinkhole would consume a stone and purified sand would be projected into the air. Sun beams reflected off the crystallic, sand diamonds glittering over the villages.

Sa rolled over onto his chest and stared deep into the water below. Sometimes, a movement would cause swirling, warped colors to ripple. Sa's gaze would wander and would get itself lost.

Sa rolled back over on his back to be comforted by the sky. Rain would fall and the winds would raise in velocity. The suns would vanish and the moons would blanket the atmosphere. Sa would lie still on the warm water. The bubbles ceased to rise as the surface temperature lowered throughout the night.

A small fire disintegrated a bush into simpler elements. Sa meant to look over but the warm lake was was so kind to him, that he didn't bother.

One could never be sure when the next day revolved around, strange objects often pierced through the visible universe with drifting, colored light and bolts. Two perfectly similar objects descended towards this paradise. Sa couldn't actually determine if it was it his own sleepy eyes which duplicated the image or if they were clones.

Either way, Sa fell asleep too soon to know.

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