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They can see each other
across the bar and he can
see that she is in the future
and skip stones on a beach that has not quite
enough colour and the sand is in her feat, so he
comes back to the present and she closes the
portal in mirror, he can still watch her because
his eyes area gift and she becomes
a being that transcends feminity
and season and legs and arms
and her lips don’t talk and the sunrises,
not on top of the ocean, but into neptune
and the stomach of the bluest of beasts.

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