Sunday, January 23, 2011

Dive into

Dunk and splash. The downward triangles glisten as the heads turn. No familiar faces, yet so alike. Making the most of what's right in front of you and beyond all the corners. Belts with gold and the beads on wrists. Pull and they'll snap and fling onto palms. Under four hours later with thousands into the clouds and it's gone.

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