Blink, a beat of your heart; she's disappeared. Dusty, that distant figure , blond hair tied in a low tail. It cascades like mine, only controlled. That's our difference, she and I. Both rocketing through eternity. I chose my Porsche, my Harley, these things I don't need, but love. My blasting Bach symphonies through tiny headphones that deliver the melody directly to my soul. I move with preternatural steps, stumbling through the ages, while she prefers the dark wastes of the world. The forests, ever the same. Everything in her life becomes sedentary; or does she whirl with the stars?

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