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November 19, 2011 § 2 Comments

With surprise the mover observes a familiar constellation, as familiar as the lines on her palm or the shape of her nails. She ignores the errand that brought her into the damp of the evening and lifts her gaze to scan the deep space of darkest blue; the darkest blue that could never be black. Seeing is happening beyond the organs of her eyes and without a movement of breath, she diminishes into a prick of consciousness.

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  • Wonderful! Some great words here – ‘the darkest blue that could never be black’, and diminishing into ‘a prick of consciousness’. One of your best descriptions so far.

    • Izzy Terry says:

      i agree……and i am taken to my previbrational self…pre conception..thanks you beverley..you beautiful inspiring wordsmith ..with love

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